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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I don't you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin'
And sell it hard,
Bankhead to the heart, with
tools on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin'
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I 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' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the rise
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the city my dick 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 to be tried nigga
Going against me just goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught slippin' roll on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your door up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me holdup

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

All I do is go and chill
Take my off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was born it
Used to sell crack to the 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 steps
And gettin' 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 my business
Try me