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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
replying to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
young niggas in a stolen car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we 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 nigga, got that
I ain't been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the 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 I'ma my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which 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 ain't make excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' 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 a little piece of pussy
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' money is the
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
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

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

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