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

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 know it, tired of holdin' on to weight
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive and exquisite 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 lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got from back from "What you know about that?"

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

I got bitches on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be tried
Going against me just like against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, 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
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma 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, my little girls
But I'll check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama you
Pray you don't die you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a project nigga on the front
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 my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me