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Scale: G Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 90
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
[INTRO]

[Intro:]
Eb
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago
                     F  Gm
Pipe that shit up, TnT
Gm               Eb F Gm
Tre made this beat

[VERSE]
                        Eb
Let's talk 'bout hard times, real bottom boy survivor
Eb                                                  F
Way before the jewelry, the groupie hoes, and designer
                   Gm
Back when I was tryna find a way for all my partners
Gm
Rema hit the window, popped the door for me and Lijah
               Eb
'Member wakin' up with no destination
Eb                                             F
But I had some dedication, couldn't use my education
               Gm
'Cause no nine dollars could help me face what I was facing
Gm
My light bill due, envelope blue, that mean you behind on payments

            Eb
Rap slowed down and I was low on cash
Eb                                                        F
Fresh out of high school, kicked out the house for living fast
                                  Gm
Went and got a spot, then got a job, 'cause pops was on my ass
Gm
Then that's when pops had went to jail so it didn't last

                            Eb
Hit the block with Brock 'cause I was tryna pay my bills
Eb
Like fuck a rap career, let's touch these streets and make a mil'
F                     Gm
Fast forward, like Rod Wave, tell me how you feel
 Gm
When I think about my past, that shit give me chills, uh
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[CHORUS]
                   Eb
Wake up in the morning, hit my knees, and I pray
                           F
Because He finally made a way
         Gm
I been runnin' up that paper, mama
Gm
And before I let 'em come and take it, mama

      Eb                      F
I'ma die in these Cuban links
           Gm
I'm gon' die in these Cuban links (Bangers again)
Eb                                            F
Die in these Cuban links (Right now today, let's go)
Gm
Die in these Cuban links (Yes, Lord)
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[VERSE]
                           Eb
All my life it been a struggle
Eb
You on and fall off, you find out who really love you
                       F                   Gm
Playin' in the storm drain, came out the gutter
Gm
Good relationships, I admit I had a couple
Gm                                              Eb
Making love to the money, me and bae lil' couple
 Eb
Yola cooked down to the oil in it, don't switch around
Eb                          F
I need everything when it lock in the pot, yeah
Gm
Grab it off the top, let it dry, work the clock, yeah
Gm
Finally up in rank, movin' blocks, holdin' sham, yeah

Eb
Havin' my lil' way, ghetto pussy used to act funny
Eb                                   F
Now I'm hittin' her hard from the back, she throw it back for me
Gm
And when I went to jail, shawty left, turned her back on me
Gm
Flexin' on they ass, pants sag with them racks on 'em

[CHORUS]
                  Eb
Wake up in the morning, hit my knees, and I pray
                            F
Because He finally made a way
         Gm
I been runnin' up that paper, mama

And before I let 'em come and take it, mama
     Eb                       F
I'ma die in these Cuban links
          Gm
I'm gon' die in these Cuban links
Eb                      F
Die in these Cuban links
Gm
Die in these Cuban links
 
  

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