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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I don't you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round back
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin'
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 stacks from back from "What you about that?"

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

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the city with my up in it
But in the won't remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get 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, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
Kick in door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a piece of pussy
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where 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 a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was with it
to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
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