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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
why I'm even wasting my time
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, 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,
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young niggas in a car
With 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 lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin'
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that clip ride, till ain't 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 bitches on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked in the high rise
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the won't remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be nigga
Going against me just like 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 your ass, .45 start
Goin' be a long day I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' enough
I'm poppin' in the front, leave you in the dust
in your door masked 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' money is the
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole ride, til ain't 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 I'll still check a bitch 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I grow into it, I was born with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you die before you make it to the street corner
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, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business
Try me