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Old habit die huh
Disrespect not be disregarded partna
You cross dat I'm goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child, no homeboy
No disrespect will be tolerated man come hell or water
You that? You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle 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 I don't feel 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 to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
tools on the boulevard
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we off
that line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
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 from "What you about that?"

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake 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 with my up in it
But in the morning won't which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like goin' God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start
Goin' be a long day I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, 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, you in the dust
in your door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little of pussy
Betta watch ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' money is the
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 my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
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 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 your warned you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole ride, til ain't 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