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 I think they all overrated, I think they all are outdated I'm independent but they think that I'm signed to Shady 'Cause my jewelry look like I made it Just got a house I need a brand-new Mercedes, we kickin' ass like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