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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
nothin' 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 a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite we showin' off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you about that?"

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 that whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, handle 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
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked in the high rise
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't remember which bitch is it,
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be nigga
Going me just like goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 spittin'
Goin' be a long day I start trippin'
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
Betta watch 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 the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
Take my 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 crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the corner
back! Who am I

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