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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm wasting 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 dead
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I swear to God drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote on the boulevard
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
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 never been at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you about that?"

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

I got fake on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the with my dick 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 gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a piece of pussy
watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

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 whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma 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 girls
But I'll still check a bitch 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I grow into it, I was born with it
to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you don't die you make 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 belt the gun kept
I let that clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me