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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and pistols we showin' off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got 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 ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so could get a clear view
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
against me just like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
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 ain't enough
I'm poppin' in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not a little piece of pussy
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 whole clip ride, til ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma 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 still check a bitch like did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your 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 steps
And gettin' 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
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me