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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even replying to let you I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite we showin' off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"

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 whole clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the rise
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the with 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 goin' God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm witnesses in the front, leave 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 me nigga holdup

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And gettin' 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 my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
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 check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow it, I was born with it
to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama you
you don't 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 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
handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me