Chords for Rod Wave - Cuban Links feat. Kevin Gates (Official Music Video)

[Eb] _ _ _ Pipe that [F] shit up, TNT.
_ [Gm] _
_ _ _ Trey [C] made this.
Ow!
[Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] [Gm] Let's talk about hard times.
[Eb] Real bottom boy [Gm] surviving.
Way before the jury, the [F] groovy hoes in designer.
[Gm] When I was trying to find a way for all my partners.
Dreamer hit the window, popped the door for me and Lodger.
Remember [Eb] waking up with no destination.
[Fm] But I had some dedication, [Bb] could use my education.
Because no [Gm] $9 can help me face what I was facing.
My life built [Bb] through envelope crew.
That mean you behind on payments.
Raps slow [Eb] down and I was low on cash.
Fresh out [F] of high school, kicked out the house for living fast.
Went and got [Gm] a spot, then got a job cause pops pulled my ass.
Then that's when pops had went to jail so it didn't last.
Hit the block with Brock cause I was trying to pay my bills.
Like fuck a rocker real as fast as he's creasing [Fm] make a meal.
[Gm] Ask for it like Broadway, tell me how you feel.
When I think about my past that shit give me chills.
Wake up in [Eb] the morning, hit my knees and I pray.
Because [F] he finally made [Bb] a way.
[Gm] I been reading up that paper mama.
Before I let him come [Bb] and take him on.
[Eb] I'ma die in these Cuban leagues.
I'm [F] _ _ [Gm]
gonna die in these Cuban leagues.
Singers again.
_ _ _ [Eb]
Die in these Cuban [Gm] leagues.
Right now, today.
[F] Let go.
[Gm]
Die in these Cuban [Dm] leagues.
Yes Lord.
[Gm] How my life have been a struggle.
You [Cm] want to fall off, you find out who really love you.
[F] Playing in the storm train, [Gm] came off the coast.
Good relationships, I [C] admit I had a [Bb] couple.
[C] Making love [Gm] to the money, me and Bill.
Yo, [Eb] look, no time to the hoes and it don't switch [Gm] around.
I need [F] everything when they locking [Gm] up, hi-yay.
Grab it off the top, let it dry, work the client, yay.
Finally up and running, moving [F] blocks, holding [Bb] shop, yay.
[Eb] Having my little way, ghetto pussy used to [F] act funny.
Now I'm hitting the hog from the back, she throw it [Gm] back.
Fuck the one I went to jail, shawty [C] left.
Turn her [Bb] back on, flexing on they [Ab] ass,
paying [Gm] sack with them racks on.
Wake up in the [Eb] morning, hit my knees and I pray.
[Cm] Because he [F] finally made a way, yay.
[Bb] I've been [Gm] running up that paper, mama.
And before I let him come and [Bb] make it, mama.
I'ma [Eb] die in these Cuban links.
_ _ [Fm] _ [Gm] I'm gonna die in these Cuban links.
_ _ _ _ [Eb]
Die in these Cuban links.
_ _ [F] _ _ [Gm]
Die in these Cuban links. _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Gm] _
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[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _ [Gm] _
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