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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
why I'm even wasting 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 to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive ambition and exquisite we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I shot back
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks back from "What you know about that?"

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
handle 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 rise
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning remember 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 goin' against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm witnesses in the front, leave 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 your ass talkin', you don't me nigga

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
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 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 bitch like 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 why your mama warned you
you don't die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
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 my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me