Dough Pildin

Listen
Don't talk to me about songs 'cause i embarrass you
24-carat gold plaques in my living room
Same-Character 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 too to your head, you stop wildin'
Look at me now, ? 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 cuz the light's all
Shot out, Shout out to niggas, put the pot out
When the boys coming for D, 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 a three-fifty
It's an eye for a tooth
Niggas thinking they smooth
What am I supposed to do?
I attack motherfuckers who stink
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
Cuz 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, it's the only way
You 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