Song Lyrics

You was in the club at Cabin
That was just last weekend
Now you locked up in the pen
Real niggas always link up in the end
Now I'm in the studio trappin'
Yeah I'm just rappin' with my friends
You know how it is, how it goes
Real niggas always link up in the end
Real niggas always link up in the end
Real niggas always link up in the

Ayy (Haha)
We can do whatever, nigga
Whatever's clever, nigga, know we way ahead of niggas
They always rappin' like they tryin' to be better than you
But it's evident they'll never be the president, I'm tellin' you
I deserve a medal, nigga
Just to cop at a condom at 7-Eleven
'Cause I'm better than that, and I'm tellin' you that
These bitches, these bitches, these bitches, these bitches

These bitches givin' it up, let's keep it a buck
My heart like a key in the truck, I'm keepin' it tucked
My heart like a key in the truck, I'm keepin' it tucked
My heart like a key in the truck, I'm keepin' it
My niggas not givin' a f*ck, let's keep it a buck
My heart like a key in the truck, I'm keepin' it tucked
My heart like a key in the truck, I'm keepin' it tucked
My heart like a key in the truck, I'm keepin' it, keepin' it

Amazon Prime for the fast track, yeah
Niggas in the hood tryna grab that, yeah
Follow the track before you add that, yeah
I don't need a confirmation to tell 'em that I'ma smash that
You can get stuck out in traffic
Even when you're in your own lane
Gettin' money like Bruce so I guess I'm a slave to my own Wayne
Hoes dance to the soul of they own train
Wanna blow me down like Coltrane
Or a match with the King Of The Hill like propane
Baby got nerve on her like Cobain
Even when I spill game, bet you that I won't stain up

You was in the club at Cabin
That was just last weekend
Now you locked up in the pen
Real niggas always link up in the end
Now I'm in the studio trappin'
Yeah I'm just rappin' with my friends
You know how it is, how it goes
Real niggas always link up in the end
Real niggas always link up in the end
Real niggas always link up in the

This feels like nothin'
But everything at the same time
Same trouble in the grave, I'm napalm bomb
Make time, make love
You may say I'm a little bit out of my mind, I don't mind
I don't be racin' for time, I'm alive
I lift a lot, a liquid drop
Love gives a sentence, stitch the block
Since an infant, my intent senses witness, vivid
Shit I shouldn't be dealin' with it but it's killin' it
My third trip, am I trill enough for the trilogy?
Truck in the path and you trippin'
I'm finna go chat with the I-10, bye ten
Even Benjamin Banneker be fuckin' up the math, I
Alright, that's all I wrote

You was in the club at cabin
That was just last weekend
Now you locked up in the pen
Real niggas always link up in the end
Now I'm in the studio trappin'
Yeah I'm just rappin' with my friends
You know how it is, how it goes
Real niggas always link up in the end
Real niggas always link up in the end
Real niggas always link up in the

Abbas Hamad, Akeem Douglas Hayes, Courtney Salter, Destin Route, Kent Jamz, Simmie Sims, Stephen Lee Bruner

The duration of Link Up is 3:10 minutes and seconds.