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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even replying to let you know I don't you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to weight
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and pistols we showin' off
that 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 your on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never 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 about that?"

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
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 balcony so they get a clear view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for shit but I'm too real 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, around get crossed out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be 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 doin' enough
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 piece of
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project nigga on the front
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 handle my
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle 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 little
But I'll still check a bitch 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I grow into it, I was born with it
to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the why your mama warned you
Pray you die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business
Try me