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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I 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 drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we off
Caught that line and we 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 nigga, got that
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 nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let whole clip 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 bitches on my timeline and
niggas 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 make excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on 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, you do it too slow
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not a little piece of pussy
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
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
Handle my
Try me
handle 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 little
But I'll still check a like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was with it
to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
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 handle my
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle my business
Try me