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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive ambition and pistols we showin' off
Caught that 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 leave your brains on the fuckin'
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back "What you know about that?"

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

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning remember which 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, whatchu do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
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 where the gun kept
I let whole clip 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
my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my girls
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the children of the
I'm the reason why your 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' money is the
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 handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business
Try me