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Old habit die huh
Disrespect not be disregarded partna
You cross dat 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 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, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
young niggas in a stolen car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I never been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a 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 gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, till one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked bitches in the rise
On the balcony so they get a clear view
Of the city my dick 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 against me just like goin' God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught slippin' down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't 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 piece of
Betta watch your ass talkin', you me nigga holdup

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 clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

All I do is go and chill
my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow 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 you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business
Try me