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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
tools on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't back
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back "What you know about that?"

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

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

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And money 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, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
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 did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow it, I was born with it
Used to crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your warned you
you don't die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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 whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me