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Old die hard huh
Disrespect will not be partna
You dat line I'm goin' off bout mine
Man and child, no exception homeboy
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
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you, 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
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 drop a gem like crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote tools on the
It's young in a stolen car
With expensive and exquisite 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 and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't back
up in a cool whip 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' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
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 bitches in the high
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't remember bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be tried
against me just like goin' 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 ass, .45 start spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not a little piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me holdup

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 whole clip ride, til ain't one in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
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 check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow 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 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 belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me