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Old die hard huh
Disrespect will not be disregarded
You cross dat I'm goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child, no homeboy
No will be tolerated man come hell or high water
You understand You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, gang ova everythang nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin'
And sell it hard,
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I never been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks 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, ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
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 bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be nigga
Going against me just goin' against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
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 nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
Take my mind off the I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll still a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your warned you
Pray you don't die before you 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 whole 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