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Old die hard huh
Disrespect will not be disregarded
You cross dat line I'm goin' off bout
Man woman and child, no exception
No disrespect will be tolerated man come hell or high
You that? You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova everythang

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you, 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive 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 lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I 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 project nigga on the front
And gettin' 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, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
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 this shit but I'm too real to be nigga
Going against me just like against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
in your door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you me nigga holdup

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til ain't one in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
Take my mind off the 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 ain't grow into it, I was born 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 street
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 handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business
Try me