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

I got bitches 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 dead
Goin' let it go, ain't no round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young in a stolen car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We and leave your brains 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 whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you about that?"

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

I got bitches on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they get a clear view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too for this shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like goin' God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start
Goin' be a long day nigga I 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 stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' in the front, leave you in the dust
in your door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
watch 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 belt the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
my mind off the ones I wanna 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 ain't grow into it, I was born it
Used to sell crack to the of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama you
Pray you die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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