Druell - Cuban Chain lyrics

Verse 1: It was either get a job Or go study something that you Can live off Momma didn't want a rapper Always pissed my mother off I graduated high school And later found myself lost Like what do you Wanna be and sh** Cousin buzzing in my ear I remember he would tell me crystal clear "come work for me" he said I got all the money hear Stunting and the n***a I see he would never complain Paranoid but the void Was filled with his gold chain He had a Cuban the width Of a baby human arm Pretty heavy on his neck And length like yay' tall Rims Jordan's and the timb's Bling and various rings 2 cellphones always close In his hands and on him Introduced me as a shorty Pants holding a 40 Clean mean Beamer But the interior mad dirty Hope momma doesn't text me And ask me where I am Cause god damn man How can explain? No need for a corner Or shoplifting nothings is in my bag Im pretty glad my parents Gave me everything I had I could be dead or jail Heaven or in hell In hole or in a cell But I'm here Alive and breathing and skeeming On how to k** n***as? And figuring ideas on how To get 6 figures When odds are against you man And just to squeeze the trigger And make somebody Withdrawal their atm limit Seems easy Like "son eat your vegetables" Went down the bath drain With history and math Now college seems like a step back And I ain't want no job Got my mind jogging On selling d** or something Dealing guns or something I had no need for a burner I just didn't f** with n***as Always been quick learner Daddy the main earner Barely see him in the morning 5 hours in his shift While I'm getting up and yawning [bridge] He had a neck like pharroahe All dipped in gold He had 24 carrots In that Cuban rope Just a teen I was only 17 years old As I seen my family that was praying for his soul X2 [Chorus] RIP cuzzos Cuban chain Will I ever even see my cousin again Way back in the day Symbol of status that was hanging from his neck RIP cuzzos Cuban chain Verse 2: Family events he'd arrive Like n***a I'm the man And so much havoc in his life It seemed like he had a plan But he'd do some stupid sh** New Year's Eve gun bam Goddam fooling around And shooting his own hand Baggies in the toilet box In a ziplock bag That's where he stashed away his product Where he had c**aine Best recipe in the hood Feeding all these zombies brains That Walter White go and whiff it up Your nasal glands But don't bite that hand That feeds and gives you cash Having to watch your back Expecting big backlash Now he moves the other Side of the projects Cause they fed him knowledge That his name is followed by problems Expecting a child Crazy how everything works Feds rip him outta bed Months before her birth She got her daddy face Another n***a took her daddy's place Yes! b**h didn't waist time on that Soon Cuzzo will be back But not in first place Status gone on someone else Like his cuban chain Symbol of status Press and molded fear and respect Pa**ed on to who's next On another neck X2 [Chorus] RIP cuzzos Cuban chain Will I ever even see my cousin again Way back in the day Symbol of status that was hanging from his neck RIP cuzzos Cuban chain