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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite we showin' off
that line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
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 never been at, and I ain't shot 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 gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
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 bitches in the high
On the balcony so they get a clear view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going me just like goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, 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, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
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 a little piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
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 I'ma my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Hill
Hey, hey I grow into it, I was born with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the 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 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