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

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

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let whole clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, handle 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 naked in the high rise
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the won't remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be tried
Going against me just like goin' God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
in your door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

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

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