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

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

I'm a project nigga on the front 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, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked in the high rise
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the city 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 real to be 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 get crossed out
You slippin' 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?
do for dough, guess 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
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a piece of pussy
watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
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
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
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 girls
But I'll still check a bitch 'Pac 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 reason why your mama 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' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business
Try me