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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
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 I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote tools on the
young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and pistols we showin' off
that line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin'
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from 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 where the gun kept
I let that whole ride, till ain't one left 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 on my timeline and
niggas 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 but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going me just like goin' against God
And I gotta 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'
Goin' be a long day I start trippin'
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga

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 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

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 still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was born it
Used to sell crack to the children of the
I'm the reason why your mama you
Pray you don't die you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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