Cuban Links Lyrics

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