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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you, 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
tools on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got stacks from back "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they get a clear view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning remember which 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 gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your door up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not a little piece of pussy
watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt 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 I'ma handle my
Try me

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But I'll still a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I grow into it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the of the corn
I'm the why your mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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