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Old habit die huh
Disrespect not be disregarded partna
You cross dat I'm goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child, no homeboy
No disrespect will be tolerated man come hell or high
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 to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin'
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a whip 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 that clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the with my dick 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 to be tried nigga
Going against me just goin' against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
Kick in your door up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

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

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

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til ain't one in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle my business
Try me