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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even replying to let you I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
know it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead to the heart, with
tools on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
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 been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got from back from "What you know about that?"

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

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the won't remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be nigga
Going me just like goin' against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' enough
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 a little 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 belt the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle my business
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
Take my mind off the ones I go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did 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 reason why your mama you
Pray you don't die before you it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
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