Cuban Links

Too many visions of coliseums If I ain't a God I gotta see em It's too many niggas that wanna be em Picture me up wit ya BM I flewd her out from the DM Little me young Ceno from the three All about my ABC's I started out a little G Had to shift a couple G's I graduated to ah P After that I got some keys They should of called me Pusha T I had bigger dreams set up my goals Yea they know I'm still ready for smoke I send my goons they be right at ya door I send them wolves they be right at ya throat Cold winter you know whats under that coat Lord willing I really get to use my God given Gifts cause shit could switch and click it's back to robbin niggas If he ain't wit the shit the clip its back to barrin niggas He think he king of the jungle then I guess I'm scarrin niggas Now let me show you how a God livin Drop 200 on a crib I used to dream this as a kid From sleepin on them couches I ain't even have a bed I was thuggin had to get it how I live Yea And now we livin larger than life Got the broads and the cars and we all feeling nice And we all got a dog you don't wanna dog fight We goin be the ones to make it tonight Uh From gold rope chains to Cuban links From baggin the work up right by the sink From buyin some shit that I cant afford Its funny cause I still count the money on the floor