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Old habit die huh
Disrespect will not be partna
You cross dat I'm goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child, no exception
No disrespect will be man come hell or high water
You understand You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even replying to let you I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of 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 nigga to the heart,
Tote on the boulevard
It's young 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 nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin'
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't back
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from 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 where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, till one left in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked in the high 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 real to be tried
Going against me like goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on ass, .45 start spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little of pussy
watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

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

All I wanna do is go and
Take my mind off the ones I go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was with it
Used to crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama you
Pray you die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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