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Old habit die huh
Disrespect will not be disregarded
You cross dat line I'm off bout mine
Man woman and child, no exception
No disrespect will be tolerated man come hell or 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 even my time
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote tools on the
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and 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 nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave brains 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 whip with 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' money is the
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole ride, till 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

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the rise
On the balcony so they get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't remember which bitch is it,
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 gotta make excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
be stickin' to the script, drive-by 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, you in the dust
Kick in door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And money 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, I'ma handle my
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 off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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