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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote on the boulevard
It's niggas in a stolen car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that clip 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
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't remember which is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like goin' God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, 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 little piece of
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole 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 do is go and chill
Take my off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But I'll still check a bitch like did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was with it
Used to sell to the children 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 money is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me