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Old habit die huh
will not be disregarded partna
You cross dat I'm goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child, no homeboy
No will be tolerated man come hell or high water
You that? 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 feel you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of on to dead weight
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga 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 line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got from back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
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, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they could get a clear
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 shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a piece of pussy
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

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

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

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