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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I don't 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 drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote on the boulevard
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we 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 shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks back from "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 the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business, try me

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

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
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, my little girls
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the children of the
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you don't die you make it to the street 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 whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me