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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, no turnin' round lookin' back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's niggas in a stolen 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 and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got from back from "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 whole clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be tried
against me just like goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
Kick in your door up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not a little piece of pussy
watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And money 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 handle my
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
Take my off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with 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 street
back! Who am I

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