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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote tools on the
It's young in a stolen car
expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you know that?"

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that 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
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the city my dick 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 nigga
Going against me just like against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught slippin' 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, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a piece of pussy
Betta watch 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 belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle 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 little
But I'll still check a bitch like did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was born it
to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your warned you
Pray you don't die before you 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 handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me