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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
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, of holdin' 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 tools on the
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive ambition and pistols we showin' off
that line and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I never been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"

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

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the won't remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too to be tried nigga
Going against me just like against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day 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 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 piece of pussy
Betta watch 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 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 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 girls
But I'll still a bitch like '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 don't die before you make it to the street
back! Who am I

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, til ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me