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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to weight
Goin' let it go, no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
that line 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 fuckin'
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you about that?"

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And money 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, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked bitches in the 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 rich for this shit but I'm too real to be nigga
Going against me just like goin' God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be 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' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
Kick in your door 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' 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
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

All I do is go and chill
Take my off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my girls
But still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was born it
Used to crack to the children of the corn
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 nigga on the front
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that 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