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I was going dirty, selling 2 for 30

To get some clientele

400 a quarter ounce is what I was pushing out my house for sale

Making $ 5,000 a night

That was on a off day when everything wasn’t clicking right

Because I usually clock 3 to 4 Gs an hour

And I was living happily (unintelligible) with the money and the power

I had so much I couldn’t be touched by the C-O-P

I was paying them while they worked for me for I could be low key

Slangin' by the dozen with my cousin

His daily cocaine operation in and out of Flint kept my beeper buzzin'

Flex riding Lexus through Flint

Them windows tint

And wearing gear and suits that cost more than what you pay for rent

Cause I was on a nice fat payroll

Cocaine bought me every motherfucking thing and kept my pocket swoll

I never did have a problem

Cause if a deal was going down M-O-N-E-Y always solved 'em

That was the lifestyle I chose

They used to swear I was on my feet

But I told them hoes I’m on my tippy toes

And they thought that shit was funny

But I would tell them again to their face «don't shit move but that money»

Making that money in the fast lane

I’ll never go broke selling coke in the dope game

A paid ass nigga on his motherfucking feet

Making Gs, booming keys, keep the fucking 50s off my street

Power is money, money is power

Bitch what you make at Mickey Ds in two years, I make a fucking hour

So take your ass and stick a douche in it

Cause I don’t hear you going to stop the sale of drugs

When the government is pushing it

Realizing life when I was younger

Made me wonder what can I do to keep my fucking head from going under

Seeing what my older brother used to do

Running around with his crew

I thought it was cool, I wanted to be down too

Age 16, I’m hanging, slanging on the block

We used to run but it done got to where we popped at the cops

That corner had me out cold

I done got stretched down by the hook

With a hundred dollar rocks up my asshole

But now my cash flow steady flowing, booming weight

We started off with double-up, ended up into a cake

This place to make so I’mma make all I can

Whatever it takes to get my pocket full of them dead mans

Cause life ain’t shit but a big game

You either roll legit bitch or you roll with the dope game

And ain’t a damn thing funny

That’s all I want is the fucking money

Which I needed fast cause Colombians started moving out

While I was running shit I seen where Flint was headed for a drought

Shipments stopped coming in

5−0 started breaking in

If I gotta kill to slang 'caine I must kill again

Drug busters get ready for the graveyard

I was booming so hard they stuck illegal drug signs in my front yard

But I’m a real nigga, they couldn’t stop me

I ain’t no rookie I had big boulders, 8-balls

See my 20s was looking like cookies

The city of Flint was sewed up

The police wanted me locked up cause I was rocking them up

And giving out double-ups

Every place I went, not the King of New York man, King of Flint

Money wasn’t a problem, every pocket’s full of dead presidents

So I did never have nothing to hide

It was just the FBIs trying to stop me from booming nationwide

Because I was on a mission to the road to the riches

Sitting back on the corner block of Mary collecting bank on them bitches

While that money was flowing to me, G

I always said don’t nothing move but that fucking money

8 o’clock was the time the deal was going down

Told me to meet him all alone on the south side of town

Grabbed the 9 with seventeen rounds just in case

Counted 28 for the cake and I was on my way

So the deal was made but before we headed out the door

Shit! I heard a click of the .44

Pointed to my head, I just knew I was a dead man

Only thing on my mind was the $ 28 Grand

And this punk motherfucker about to make a clean hit

But not if I can help it, I was ready to die for my shit

But that stupid nigga didn’t pull the trigger though

Gave me enough time to grab the 9 and let my trigger flow

Caught him dead in the face before he got away

Then I ran up to the car, make sure his ass pays

Started praying for his life, said he had a wife and two kids

I said you should have thought about that before that shit you did

Now I got a free key and $ 28 Gs

Will I ever go broke, shit nigga please

From rags to riches, from fights to snitches

It’s a must

I’ll leave every single one of you bitches in ditches

Cause to get to the top is how I plan to be

Chilling out in my mansion with two dope hoes fanning me

Any time I can quit, G

Cause it’s all about that fucking money

Yeah, Flex been on the block slanging rocks, you know what I’m saying

That was day and night

Something I was living for and that’s something I’d die for

Hah, cause I been up on the streets, nigga

Up on Mary and Delia with them real hoes

That’s what I call a street life

You got to have a mind to play that game in order to survive

And that’s what I call street knowledge

If you want that motherfucking money

They say it ain’t a job but it’s a motherfucking job, alright

You work day and night, making that money fast and quick like

But you hearing if from some niggas

That’s been through the motherfucking shit

You know what I’m saying, that’s me, Shotgun and Dalo