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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 be tolerated man come hell or high water
You understand You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even 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 dead
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 nigga to the heart,
Tote tools on the
It's young in a stolen car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I never been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the 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, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be tried
Going against me just goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
my mind off the ones 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 ain't grow it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the children of the
I'm the why your mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And money 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, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me