[Verse]
Listen
Don't talk to me about songs cuz i embarra** you
24-carat gold plaques in my living room
Same karat the watch. Know the f**ing time
I wrap circles around n***as. 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 cuz the light's all
Shot out, Shout out to n***as, 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..
[Hook]
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
[Verse]
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 n***as thinking they smooth
What I'm supposed to do?
I attack motherf**ers 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 f** with them gauges
Cuz these sh**s blow off tops
Destroy families. See, n***as get shot ayday b
It's ?. Don't f** 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 f** is you gon' make it?!'
If you starve, then you're cold and your a** is bu*t-naked
You see
[Hook]
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..