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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even my time
replying to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote tools on the
It's young in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got from back 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 that whole ride, till ain't one left 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 bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the won't remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be nigga
Going against me like goin' against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't enough
I'm witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in door 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 me nigga holdup

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 clip 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

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

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, til 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