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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and pistols we showin' off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got stacks from from "What you know about that?"

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 clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a view
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 gotta excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
not, fuck around 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, you do it too slow
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
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 a little piece of pussy
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm a project 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 my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I wanna go and
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But I'll still check a bitch 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
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 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
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me