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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
replying 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' round back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back "What you know about that?"

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

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the rise
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be tried
Going against me just goin' against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the of your 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 just a piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me holdup

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