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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even my time
replying to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
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 drop a gem like cookin'
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
that line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you about that?"

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

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which bitch is it,
Ay I'm too for this shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day I start 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 witnesses 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 just a nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til 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 off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my girls
But I'll still check a bitch like did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was born it
Used to sell crack to the children of the
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 just a nigga on the front 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, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me