Lyrics Cuban Chain - Joshua Torres

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 shit
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 nigga
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 scheming
On how to kill niggas?
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 drugs or something
Dealing guns or something
I had no need for a burner
I just didn't fuck with niggas
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

He had a neck like pharaoh
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

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

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

Family events he'd arrive
Like nigga I'm the man
And so much havoc in his life
It seemed like he had a plan
But he'd do some stupid shit
New Year's Eve gun bam
Goddam fooling around
And shooting his own hand
Baggies in the toilet box
In a zip lock bag
That's where he stashed away his product
Where he had cocaine
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 nigga took her daddy's place
Yes! bitch 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
Passed on to who's next
On another neck

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

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