DEATH BEFORE CUBANS Lyrics

She got a man, but she want me, my God Reel em in, you better know I keep my rod

Too solid, I can't do no fake in the squad Know them boys will walk, down for the youngin

and that's law When we hop out, don't wave no white flag

go to war Gotta put the paper up for times I couldn't

Afford Love don't come with trophies, it's just pain

In reward Cuban links niggas died behind the chains that

We wore Outside chillin', kept the flame on the porch

Tryna go sell out shows from the pain we endorsed

So I ain't trippin', fuck around and let the game take its course

Popped a G6, feel like her face on the floor Drop a bag, that's a hat

Catch em, get some more Too much violence, oh my Lord

Slime moves silent, play we up to score Hundred blues pilin', I'ma count some more

This shit real life, uh You don't even know what it feel like

Gotta be around the mob, or it don't feel right

Patience got me here and I ain't realize Niggas doin' real time, I can't play with mine

That's why I'm out the way and I run it up Hopped in the game and I balled like a one and

Done Take away the fame and the cars you ain't

havin' none You at the top and got some people that you

never brought And that shit hurt my heart

I'ma get a bag and bring them niggas from the start

Everybody eats, so nigga, gotta play your part And she for you and me, so keep it P and play

it smart, oh Lord She got a man, but she want me, my God

Reel em in, you better know I keep my rod Too solid, I can't do no fake in the squad

Know them boys will walk down for the youngin' and that's law

When we hop out, don't wave a white flag, go to war

Gotta put the paper up for times I couldn't afford

Love don't come with trophies, it's just pain in reward

Cuban links, niggas died behind the chains that we wore

Behind the chains that we wore Behind the chains that we wore

Behind the chains that we wore Behind the chains that we wore

She got a man, but she want me, my God Reel em in , you better know I keep my rod

Too solid, I can't do no fake in the squad Know them boys will walk down for the youngin' and that's law

When we hop out, don't wave a white flag, go to war

Gotta put the paper up for times I couldn't afford

Love don't come with trophies, it's just pain in reward

Cuban links, niggas died behind the chains that we wore