5 to 50 (feat. India)

US Attorney James Kennedy says - is connected to Buffalo's Black Soprano gang
 Other members are awaiting sentencing
 Ah
 The Butcher comin', nigga
 Yo
 I been sellin' dreams to sleepers, nigga
 Tell the truth, that's the perfect business
 'Cause in the drought, I was payin' double
 For some work that wasn't even worth the ticket
 Plate scrapers, went to work to get it
 Check my bank statements, probably hurt your feelings
 How I'm in every verse admittin'
 How I work a kitchen like it's Church's Chicken?
 What you know about takin' bags
 'Cross state on a half a tank of gas?
 The first around ain't a workaround
 You gotta hit it twice just to make it last
 Take a quarter, you make a quarter
 Put that together, that'll make a half
 When the coke come pressed, it's
 Matter fact, I ain't tellin' niggas shit
 Who are these niggas?
 I think they all overrated, I think they all are outdated
 I'm independent but they think that I'm signed to Shady
 'Cause my jewelry look like I made it
 Just got a house
 I need a brand-new Mercedes, we kickin' ass like DaBaby
 I'm on the grind
 I'll link with the plugs that I met one more time if these labels don't pay me, uh
 I remember when I first told my father who I was dealin' with
 I'm like, I told him I was dealin' with Benny
 He was like, "Benny from Montana?"
 He was like, "Be careful with him"
 He was like, "That boy crazy, that's the H block"
 I ran off the deep end
 Kicked out my mama house, came back carryin' things in
 I'm careful 'cause they give you five for a robbery but they buryin' kingpins
 The real trenches
 War with the Feds, nigga, and I'm talkin' real business
 For Duffle, was plea to a 20
 They forced him to trial, he came back on appeal sentence
 These investigations current, nigga
 Them wiretaps got me playin' it safe
 Ask Earl Howard 'bout it if you think I'm frontin' 'bout that 20 grand a day
 This the only block on the East side
 Where the dope shooters all come and get it
 Quarterbackin' plays from a kitchen
 How an honor student gon' become a chemist?
 At my mom crib havin' flashbacks
 Ten guns on me like I'm Mad Max
 Put the team on with the last batch
 But you niggas never gon' be half that
 On the road to riches or jail bars
 With some niggas that I'll burn in Hell for
 I was feelin' like the cards was dealt wrong
 Got my money up and put myself on, motherfucker
 Sure enough, a few months later
 It was like 7:30 in the morning
 I heard some loud bangin' at the door
 Benny went to the window and said, "Bae, it's the police"
 I swear my heart dropped (yo, uh)
 Daydreamin' 'bout my past
 Zonin' while I'm drivin', hopin' I don't crash
 Loyal 'cause you feed 'em, that'll only last
 Long as I'm ballin', Bulls versus the Jazz
 And before you niggas ever got some cash
 I could put 200 grams on every half
 That's another 20 if you do the math
 Carry zeroes over every time I add
 West signed a deal, nigga, I was glad
 Got me out the hood, I was down bad
 Still owe my plug for another half
 Every time you bring my name up, he get mad
 Then I turned my flip phone to a stash
 Six figures, legal money, that ain't bad
 Three-time felon, now I run a business
 Every plug I ever met, I made 'em cash
 'Fore I rode a tour bus, made a fork jump
 30 bands on me, made me sag
 I can turn your front door to a drug store
 Make any kitchen to a lab
 Man, I hear these drug stories and I laugh
 Talkin' 'bout the coke sales they never had
 Pull up on a nigga, you gon' know the pad
 Only house with a Bentley on the grass
 But everything is different now
 Everything is legal, Benny doin' what he love to do
 I don't gotta worry 'bout no more police kickin' in our doors
 Our life is good