Use to Sell Dimes

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Like my nigga KeySA Yeah Yup, rags to riches Let me tell you a lil' story to start it off Verse 1 [Verse 1] Okay, where should I start? Posted on the block, dart when you see the narks Oh no, that's too far, let me take you back tomorrow When I had to buy no school clothes and bought my first half O My granddaddy sold a lil' crack, I was broke Pockets flat, so I wanted in on that So I became a supplier Baggin' up eight-balls while I watch The Wire Used to hide my re-up in the basement by the tires I remember like yesterday I got a few complaints I needed better yae No expensive jeans yet and no Benny plates But when I pull my stack out, you should've seen the bitches' face I was sellin' rocks all day around the clock (All day) Dropped out of school, shit, I'm posted on the block Fightin' with my family every time I came home Like, "You need to get a job", but it went in one ear and out the other one [Chorus] Money on the floor, money blowin' up my line Worry 'bout yours, and let me get my mines Watch face flooded, I can barely tell the time This shit amaze me, shit, I used to sell dimes I used to sell dimes I-I-I used to sell dimes (Okay, this the part I really start grindin') I used to sell dimes (Come on) [Verse 2] In the cold, blowin' in my hands (Freezin') Sellin' snow, tryna come across a couple grand (A couple dollars) And sellin' 'bows but a nigga didn't have the bag (Nah) I used to sell forty of 'em just to see a band (Damn) Even holidays, I would still supply the yae Still fightin' with the fam', boy, you just like your dad My granny wanted me to be an old architect Instead, I got this doctor mask on makin' blow stretch (Yeah) Ridin' on the freeway, heart beatin' in my throat 'Cause I got no L's and my trunk full of dope Plus a pistol on my waist, I didn't trust them niggas If they tried to rob me, I had to bust them niggas Can't let a nigga take my shit like a lame (Never) Gettin' your sack ran, you might as well quit the game (Give it up) A couple niggas fucked some cheese up and played phones [?] cut them niggas off and balled hard on they ho ass [Chorus] Money on the floor, money blowin' up my line Worry 'bout yours, and let me get my mines Watch face flooded, I can barely tell the time This shit amaze me, shit, I used to sell dimes I used to sell dimes I-I-I used to sell dimes (Now this the present) I used to sell dimes [Verse 3] Used to ride in the Phantom (Rolls-Royce), me and Jeezy With a loose redbone, she's so sleazy The game still callin' me, it say it need me I'm tryna fuck with rap now, because it feed me Tipsy off a PJ, in somebody club All on my celebrities, but I'm with all thugs Lookin' down at my jewels, like how I get this? It's comin' back to me now, I had to flip shit Twenty on my wrist, another forty on my neck I hustle hard with the bet, that's how I got respect If she ain't loyal to my niggas, fuck an outsider Ended up a rap star, started as a yae buyer Louboutins on my feet about two G's That used to be my re-up on two OZ's They don't know me, they only know the shine (Ended—, ended up ballin' and I used to sell dimes) [Chorus] Money on the floor, money blowin' up my line Worry 'bout yours, and let me get my mines Watch face flooded, I can barely tell the time This shit amaze me, shit, I used to sell dimes I used to sell dimes I-I-I used to sell dimes I used to sell dimes [Outro] Rags to riches, no cash to digits From local rats to the baddest bitches From rags to riches, no cash to digits From local rats to the baddest bitches From rags to riches, no cash to digits (Yeah) From local rats to the baddest bitches (Baddest bitches) From rags to riches, no cash to digits (Yeah) From local rats to the baddest bitches (Ha, yeah) Doughboyz Cashout From the bottom to the top I used to sell dimes