Mr. Clean, the Middle Man (Intro) - Gucci Mane

I'm thinkin' back when a nigga got his first car

"How you get that? You ain't even have a job"

Fight about that, and don't worry 'bout that

It's the same way that a nigga got his first charge

Thinkin' way back so I'm thinkin' real hard

Sellin' hard hard at Econo Lodge

Bought my first pistol and I knocked my first broad

First nigga run up, head get knocked off

Bought a .38 just in case shit pop off

Like a 'vert', I'ma take your top off

Brick Squad CEO, bitch I'm a mob boss

.44 bulldog, million dollar drop off

If I ever get this drop I'ma start lookin' shots

Tell the cops I'm just another nigga from the block

You can gamble with your life like a lady at the slots

You can plot 'til you pop and your clock get stopped

You were flexin' what you got, now your head got a dot

You're the nigga in the paper that they're readin' about

Police still ain't connected the dots

Drug [?] at the house

Take me to the safe cause I'm cleanin' it out

Hundred bricks what I've been dreamin' about

Slap you with the [?], see the blood and the snot

Laced up 'til your hands tied in a knot