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

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 feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin'
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
tools on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
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 shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"

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 whole clip ride, till 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 bitches on my and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too to be tried nigga
Going against me just like against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
in your door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little of pussy
Betta watch ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
Take my off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But I'll still check a 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 warned you
Pray you don't die you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a project on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that 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 handle my business
Try me