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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you, 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
know it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin'
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
tools on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks from from "What you know about that?"

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

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too to be tried nigga
against me just like goin' against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little of pussy
Betta your ass talkin', you don't 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
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Hill
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
to sell crack 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 on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me