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Old die hard huh
Disrespect 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 hell or high water
You understand You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle ova everythang nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I don't you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young in a stolen car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
that line and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' 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 back
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you about that?"

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 that whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got bitches in the high rise
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the city my dick 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 to be tried nigga
Going against me just like goin' God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get 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 of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm witnesses 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 your ass talkin', you don't me holdup

I'm just a project on the front steps
And money 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 handle my
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
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 little
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 of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the street
back! Who am I

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