Cuban Links

Yeah Niggas keep on talking We gonna give 'em what they ask for Yeah, that's why I got love for in streets My younguns living ruthless Hit ya block and hit ya bando Yeah, f*ck it then it's up when we see you And the streets the don't show no love What's the point of keeping peace And I won't stop letting up Til I see everyone deceased Thank God for what I got But I ain't got time to hear you preach We gonna get them packs out West And send 'em right back to the East To all my soldiers Rest In Peace I put a scope right on the blicky If you want me in the club It better not be no less than fifty I know niggas in the trap selling drugs right now When I tell you drugs You know I'm talking bout that Whitney This lil' bitch she suck me clean That's why I treat her like she's special I can get you niggas baptized Don't mean that I'm gonna bless you Moonwalkin on all these diamonds You'd think I'm dancing with the devil I do not want no more love Red bottoms stepping on rose petals Gold metals It's a Cuban link thing Young nigga I influence these things Shawty want the drip I say she gotta wait for it F*ck her in my sheets under supreme 20s in a shoebox I had million dollar dreams What you know about it I know I'm that nigga I ain't gotta say a thing Just make sure you respect me when I pop out Poppin out hittas bringing glockies out yeah, yeah Droppin out, boy f*ck is you talkin bout yeah yeah All the realest shooters had done came up off of welfare Nigga, he ain't die But he got shot up in that wheelchair, Oh Sometimes yo life gonna end up getting derailed yeah I know And sometimes it even feels like I had failed, but I kept hope Even think that you can help the way I feel, well you won't And then niggas don't really know what I do it for Yeah Niggas keep on talking We gonna give 'em what they ask for Yeah, that's why I got love for in streets My younguns living ruthless Hit ya block and hit ya bando Yeah, f*ck it then it's up when we see you And the streets the don't show no love What's the point of keeping peace And I won't stop letting up Til I see everyone deceased Thank God for what I got But I ain't got time to hear you preach We gonna get them packs out West And send 'em right back to the East To all my soldiers Rest In Peace I put a scope right on the blicky He's Pissed