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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!
mafia, hustle gang ova everythang nigga

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote on the boulevard
young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin'
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
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 naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me like goin' against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
Kick in your 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 a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
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 handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

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

I'm just a project nigga on the 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
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me