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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
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 crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and 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 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 got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't which 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 fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 spittin'
Goin' be a long day I start 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 stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
Kick in your door 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 a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
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 my business
Handle my
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 wanna go and
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Hill
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the corner
back! Who am I

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
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 I'ma handle my
Try me