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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even replying to let you know I don't you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, tired of on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin'
And sell it hard,
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote tools on the
It's young in a stolen car
expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that 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 on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I never been shot at, and I ain't shot back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
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 naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't remember which bitch is it,
Ay I'm too rich for shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going me just like goin' against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
Kick in your door up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not a little piece of pussy
Betta watch ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, til ain't 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 do is go and chill
Take my mind off the I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I grow into it, I was born with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama you
you don't die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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