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Old die hard huh
Disrespect not be disregarded partna
You cross dat I'm goin' 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, hustle ova everythang nigga

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

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

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning won't which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You slippin' roll down on your 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 stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your 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 nigga on the steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I 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 grow it, I was born with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the street
back! Who am I

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