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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you, 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I swear to God drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
tools 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 call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"

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 that whole clip ride, till 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

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which 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 gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's 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, leave you in the
in your door masked 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 front
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let whole 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 handle my business
Try me

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

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me