Skeme - Cuban Linx lyrics
rate mefeat. Nipsey Hussle
Look, Cuban linx and my chain polluted my brain
Driven by what we driving, I know that sound insane
Niggas done died for this shit, I got my pockets filled
Keep it real, this that shit that’s hard not to feel
Silence is dying peers, dear Lord I hope it ain’t too hard to find us here
Cuban linx and my chain polluted my brain
Cuban linx and my chain
Started out the trunk now we all just fuck
Spoken, couldn’t let the world know your bluff
Gold, Cuban linx, that was probably us
Told these record labels we could partner up
Did a round some niggas you should hardly trust
Whose attentions held you down like it ain’t hard enough
Precious on the wrist, that’s a flawless cut
VV Aston Gray, Rolexes in the rough
Them days I used to wanna rob an armored truck
And when I thought investments, all I thought was drugs
Travel around the world and it all was luck
Plus if you ask her who she fuck with, she gonna holler us
Gold Cuban and my Buick, 17 in my Rollie, real life in my music
Look, Cuban linx and my chain polluted my brain
Driven by what we driving, I know that sound insane
Niggas done died for this shit, I got my pockets filled
Keep it real, this that shit that’s hard not to feel
Silence is dying peers, dear Lord I hope it ain’t too hard to find us here
Cuban linx and my chain polluted my brain
Cuban linx and my chain
Right, with smoke burning on my balcony
And loaded iron for niggas who got it out for me
Look, I can never be a pussy, I can never be second best
Let these people overlook me, reminisce and make it close to five racks
Playing hooks, selling dime bags and shake
But haters talk, they never shook
Thanking God that these corners never took me
Grab my dick in pitches with bitches and pigs tryna book me
Look, I got some questions that ain’t never been answered
Word spreading about that boy like his flow got cancer
I got rocks on this bezzle, Benz peddle to the floor
Coming from where you count it, I’m just tryna even the score
Not having it all before only made me want it more
Dreaming visions of the top where hundreds stuffed in my floors
Hand me in my draws, still tryna duck the laws
Search the diamonds in that piece, bet you never find a flow
Look, Cuban linx and my chain polluted my brain
Driven by what we driving, I know that sound insane
Niggas done died for this shit, I got my pockets filled
Keep it real, this that shit that’s hard not to feel
Silence is dying peers, dear Lord I hope it ain’t too hard to find us here
Cuban linx and my chain polluted my brain
Cuban linx and my chain
