Stackin Dat Paper

. Riding through the hood, yeah, I'm stacking that dough, Got my eyes on the prize, while the haters lay low, Money in my pocket, but the love ain't real, They smile in my face, but I know how they feel. Late nights on the grind, never showin' my pain, Counting up these figures while I'm dancing in the rain, Whispers in the dark, they don’t want me to shine, But I’m built for the struggle, yeah, success is mine. Cruisin' down the block, got my team on deck, Enemies lurkin', but I’m cashin' that check, They say they’re down for me, but it’s all just a game, When the money comes around, they forget my name. Heart cold as ice, but my hustle stays hot, In the city of dreams, I’m givin' all that I got, Love's a fleeting thought, when you're chasing that green, In this life full of snakes, I know just what I mean. Stacking paper, got the vision, never lose my focus, Diamonds dancing on my wrist, yeah, you know I’m the dopest. Came from the struggle, now I’m flexing on the block, Hustle hard, never stop, watch the money clock. Street life taught me lessons, real ones never fake, Count the cash, feel the weight, every move that I make. Whispers in the alley, they know I’m on the grind, Got my crew beside me, loyalty’s hard to find. Shiny gold chains, yeah, they glisten in the light, Enemies lurking close, but they won’t win this fight. Living like a king, every night’s a new thrill, Got the city on my back, it’s a cold, hard chill. Money coming in, stacking high like a tower, Raw ambition in my veins, watch me rise, feel the power. In the fast lane, no brakes, I’m taking control, Jewelry shining bright, but it’s the hustle that’s gold.