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Old habit die huh
will not be disregarded partna
You cross dat line I'm goin' off mine
Man woman and child, no exception
No disrespect will be tolerated man come hell or high
You understand You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle ova everythang nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
replying to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
know it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we off
that line and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you 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, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the city with my 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 real to be nigga
Going against me just like goin' God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
in your door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
Betta watch ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And money 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 my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
my mind off the ones 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 grow into it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the children of the
I'm the reason why your warned you
you don't die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle my business
Try me