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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote on the boulevard
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin'
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"

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 ride, till 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

I got fake bitches on my and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the rise
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning won't which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too to be tried nigga
Going against me just goin' against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught slippin' down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' 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 a little piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me holdup

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 that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me

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

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