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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead
Goin' let it go, no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote tools on the
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we off
that line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been at, and I ain't shot back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got from back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
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 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 just like against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
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 enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
Kick in 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 nigga on the steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my girls
But still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you die before 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 where the gun kept
I let that whole ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me