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Old habit die huh
Disrespect not be disregarded partna
You dat line I'm goin' off bout mine
Man and child, no exception homeboy
No will be tolerated man come hell or high water
You that? You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova everythang

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
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 holdin' on to weight
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin'
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
tools on the boulevard
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
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 back from "What you know about that?"

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 whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
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 naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too to be tried nigga
Going against me just like against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
in your door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a piece of pussy
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga 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 ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma 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 still check 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
you don't die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let whole clip 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