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Old habit die huh
Disrespect not be disregarded partna
You dat line I'm goin' off bout mine
Man and child, no exception homeboy
No disrespect will be tolerated man come or high water
You understand You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, gang ova everythang nigga

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
why I'm even wasting my time
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive ambition and exquisite we showin' off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got from back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't remember which is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just goin' against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on ass, .45 start spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' enough
I'm witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your door up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you me nigga holdup

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll still a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was born it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the why your mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me