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Locked up in these Cuban Links
Roll the credits
Listen to the movies we make
You get beheaded, that's depending on the moves that you make
They say I'm slept on, this a rude awakenin'
Whole squad got rag tops like a Jewish banquet
My newest bracelet came with stains on it
Fifty thousand dollar bonus, y'all soul was a coke donor
Left him with a foul odor
Told his son like Kill Bill, "Come holler at me when you older"
Lil' nigga I'll down you too
Got eses like UPS, they like what brown won't do
I came from being solid
And about three dozen empty Corona bottles, plus they owed me a solid
But that's some shit we ain't gon' speak on
Just know I had the block like I was D. Malone
Waterboy, shawty look like a water toy
Super soaker, pump this up, and that kill all the noise
Cuban Link stay shine like Armor All
Chrome Heart hoodie, feel like it's armor on
No look through the mailman, bitch I'm Karl Malone
And I could sell a bitch a dream like Obama phones
Locked up in these Cuban Links
Bad bitch, I'ma sell her dreams
On the road, think I'm movin' keys
Talk to the law, you can't talk to me
I'm talkin' that raw, face like he robbin' the mall
Heard some broke niggas whisper, I ignore 'em and ball
He carry shit, bury shit, it's disturbin' to call
These niggas wish they like me, shit, I'm rubbin' it off
And pimpin' ain't dead, bitch, get on your job
I'm married to the game, I'm tied to the pain
Walked in with the flame, we'll air where you think
You ain't got no parachute, don't get to jumpin' out a rank
My young niggas ride around 'til they empty out the tank
I mean my young niggas ride around like they shootin' out a tank
Yeah, my words still bulletproof, I barely trust people
I'm still weedin' out who is who
But we still strong, we still build on, we sucker-proof
Recognize you know the truth
I see it in your eyes, you lookin' at me how these suckers do
Nigga what's wrong with you?
You gotta get it for yourself 'fore somebody put you on
I had to get it on my own, I told my mama I'm leavin' home
Voice of the section, told these niggas that I need my throne
Nine on me, five with me, metal jacket, bullets float
Don't ever say it loud, but best believe I'ma work the most
Nigga I'm on top for sure, Beezee
Locked up in these Cuban Links
Bad bitch, I'ma sell her dreams
On the road, think I'm movin' keys
Talk to the law, you can't talk to me
Locked up in these Cuban Links
Bad bitch, I'ma sell her dreams
On the road, think I'm movin' keys
Talk to the law, you can't talk to me