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Old die hard huh
Disrespect will not be partna
You cross dat I'm goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child, no homeboy
No disrespect will be tolerated man hell or high water
You understand You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova everythang

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you, 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
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 and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"

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

I got bitches on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked in the high rise
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the won't remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too for this shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me like goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
Kick in your door 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 nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole 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 my business
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 a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was born it
Used to sell crack to the children of the
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the street
back! Who am I

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let whole 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 handle my business
Try me