That Dough

[Verse 1: PHENOM]
Surrounded by the drama
Every day you hear the llama did the murder
Ambulance on the block, see the dicks, see the cops
And you even see the opps with the burner
Now the corner hella hot and the cash flow stop
Stick up kids about to hit a [?]
Get the shoes, get the jewels, lunch money on the way to school
Catch a fool slippin’ at the strip mall
Because it’s hard to eat, it’s hard to breathe, it’s hard to leave, it’s hard to see
It’s hard to move, it’s hard to sleep daily
Yea the baby need a pair of shoes and I got a stunna fools
He be like “you pay me”
He said he need a whip, he need a grip
He need the brick, he need a chick
He need it quick, he need to get himself into some [?]
And maybe dip expensive trips, God’ll make his pocket flip
Full of chips, rollin’ 6, show it’s about that

[Hook]
Dough, do-ough, do-ough
Embrace yourself, I’m with my Chi-Town flow
Embrace yourself, I’m with my Chi-Town flow
Dough, do-ough, do-ough
Relax yourself and let the Chi-Town flow
Embrace yourself, I’m with my Chi-Town flow

[Verse 2: PHENOM]
See when times is hard, at times it’s hard to work for freedom
Mighty Mos said my mighty gift, now make room for me
And I need space like NASA, I’m bout to take the top over
And burn this [?] boy, that’s sweeter than some baklava
Promoters be the worst, they be wantin’ me to rock it
And do the hokey-pokey turn to run and they ain’t got it
I be like boy stop it, you be hackin’ and you floppin’
You hit everybody up for 20 dollas [?]
And y’all steady droppin’, you said you wanted pop
And you knew I was guaranteed to get it Orville Redenbacher
And I can’t pay no damn child support off tweetin’ and some bloggin’
Came back shit with a tweet and target, what is goin’ through your noggin?
Do you know where I am from? I’m from the planet where they drop over the choppers
And the AKs and we pray [?]
With my Jamaicans ridin’ in a toboggan
If it’s poppin’, better know it’s about that dough

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Add-2]
I say when it comes to the paper, the people envy the green
They call it the route of evil but know it don’t grow on trees
Let it “uhhh”, let it breathe, make you swallow a hollow tip
Leave you gone in the wind when these bullets fly in the breeze
Like man, Lord knows
The paper make you a baker, the way you kneading the dough
Like man, Lord knows
My heartbeat be movin’ faster whenever that money slow
I come straight outta the ‘Go where money just come and go
Where hoes is sellin’ their bodies and niggas sellin’ they dope
Somebody give them some hope, reality give ‘em rope
We hangin’ out on the street, we do dirt like we need some soap
My cousin can’t get no job and he plottin’ on robbin’ somebody
Leavin’ somebody sleep to wake up in a new Bugatti
Ain’t eatin’, all we want is that cheddar, bread and that lettuce
Till our money up, niggas still down for whatever, for that

[Hook]