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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, tired of on to dead weight
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
young niggas in a stolen car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
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 "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
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 they could get a 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 tried
Going against me just goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' 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 your 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 my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

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

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' 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, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business
Try me