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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
why I'm even wasting my time
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't 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 whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you know that?"

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 clip ride, ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning won't which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too for this shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
against me just like goin' against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' 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 just a little of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me holdup

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' 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
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 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 the gun kept
I let that whole 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 my business
Try me