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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even my time
replying to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young niggas in a car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
that line and we goin' 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 on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I never been shot at, and I ain't shot back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got from back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too for this shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going me just like goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll on your ass, .45 start spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
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 witnesses 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 your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm a project nigga on the front 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, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma 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 little
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Hill
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
Used to crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the corner
back! Who am I

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business
Try me