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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
replying to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
With expensive and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We and leave your 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 with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back "What you know about that?"

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, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the so they 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 ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You slippin' 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, guess you do it too
And by the of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not a little piece of pussy
watch your 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 the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til ain't one in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll still check a 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 mama you
you don't die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a project 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 ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me