Bishop - 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', f*ck 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