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Old die hard huh
Disrespect will not be partna
You cross dat line I'm goin' off mine
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 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 don't you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round back
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
tools on the boulevard
It's niggas in a stolen car
expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught 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 your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't been shot at, and I ain't shot back
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 nigga on the front
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the city with my up in it
But in the won't remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
in your door masked 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 nigga on the 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, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my girls
But I'll still 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 of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you don't die 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 the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me