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Old die hard huh
Disrespect will not be disregarded
You cross dat 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, gang 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 turnin' round back
I swear to God I'ma 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 and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your 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 whip with a hot gat
And still got from back from "What you know about that?"

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

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't remember bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like goin' God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
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 little of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me holdup

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 whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle 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, my little girls
But I'll still a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow it, I was born with it
Used to crack to the children of the corn
I'm the why your mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the corner
back! Who am I

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