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Old habit die 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 man come hell or high water
You understand You bitch!
mafia, hustle gang ova everythang nigga

I got fake on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
replying to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
tools on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back "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 the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they get a clear view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be tried
Going me just like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

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

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my girls
But I'll check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was with 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 front
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that clip ride, til 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