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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
why I'm even wasting 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 back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught 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 your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't back
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from 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 where the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
niggas in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they get a clear view
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 tried
Going me just like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little of pussy
watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

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

All I do is go and chill
Take my 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 ain't grow into it, I was born it
Used to crack to the children of the corn
I'm the why your mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the corner
back! Who am I

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole 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