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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I never been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip 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' 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 my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the city with my 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 to be tried nigga
Going against me just like goin' God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your door up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not a little piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you 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 whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

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

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