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Old habit die huh
will 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 high
You that? You bitch!
mafia, hustle gang ova everythang nigga

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even replying to let you I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no round lookin' back
I swear to God drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote tools on the
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 nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks from from "What you know about that?"

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
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 my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't remember which is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just goin' against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed 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, audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
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 a little piece of pussy
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' money is the
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
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I wanna go and
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll still check a bitch 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I grow into it, I was born with it
Used to 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 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, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me