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

I got fake 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 but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive ambition and pistols we showin' off
that 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 your on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I shot back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back "What you know about that?"

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, till one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't remember which is it, shit
Ay I'm too for this shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
against me just like goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 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 your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' 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 don't me nigga

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 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

All I do is go and chill
Take my off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was born it
Used to crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your warned you
you don't die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a nigga 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, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business
Try me