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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
replying to let you know I don't 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 round lookin' back
I swear to God drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's niggas in a stolen car
expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that 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 leave your brains on the fuckin'
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been at, and I ain't shot back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you know that?"

I'm just a 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, till one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the with 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 against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
Kick in your 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
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn
Hey, hey I grow into it, I was born with it
Used to crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama you
Pray you don't die you make 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 ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me