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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
young niggas 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 lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got from back from "What you know 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 ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which bitch is it,
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 don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
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 witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
in your door masked 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 nigga on the steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the where 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 handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But I'll still check a bitch 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I grow into it, I was born with it
to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
you don't die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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 whole clip ride, til ain't 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