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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I don't you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin'
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we 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 your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one 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 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 with 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 tried
Going against me just like against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught roll down on your 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, 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 door up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a piece of pussy
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my girls
But I'll check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the children of the
I'm the reason why your warned you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the street
back! Who am I

I'm just a project on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, til ain't one in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me