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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to let you I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
know it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, no turnin' round lookin' back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead to the heart, with
tools on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive ambition and exquisite 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 ain't never been 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 nigga on the front
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so 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 shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
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 stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
Kick in your door up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
Betta watch your ass talkin', you me nigga holdup

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

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
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 crack to the 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 just a nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole 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