dough pildin

listen

don't talk to me about songs cause i embarrass you

24-carat gold plaques in my living room

same karat the watch. know the fucking time

i wrap circles around niggas. on my grind

i draw circles around these roaches with the chalk

get your body outlined in the streets of new york

by the king from queens. long island

hempstead two to your head

you stop wildin'

look at me now

i'm growned up

i turned out to be a legend in my own time

they say

general bars; he stalks through the night

you can hear him in the ghetto

where it's dark cause the light's all

shot out

shout out to niggas

put the pot out

when they see the boys coming from deep

it's getting hot out

we hit the hideout couple hours and we back

too much money out here to be anything less than paid. you know me

i keep the dough pildin'

nice and neat

low key

i'm lounging

we turned up in the street you get found in

same spot you was tryna wild out in

big hammer to waist

that's how i gotta move

if it ain't the three-fifty

it's a knife or a tool

for niggas thinking they smooth

what i'm supposed to do?

i attack motherfuckers who stunt

it's not cool. kids

don't try this at home

it's nothin' to play with

enjoy your young life

don't fuck with them gauges

cause these shits blow off tops

destroy families. see

niggas get shot ayday b

it's don't fuck with plated numbers

ever play me

get your money

my pockets is real cakey

my life is real crazy

but i wouldn't trade it

na

you couldn't make me

get this paper up

it's the only way

we gon' eat food

have a place to stay

you tell me 'how the fuck is you gon' make it?! '

if you starve

then you're cold and your ass is butt-naked

you see

you know me

i keep the dough pildin'

nice and neat

low key

i'm lounging

we turned up in the street you get found in

same spot you was tryna wild out in.