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

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 feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin'
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got stacks from from "What you know about that?"

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

I got bitches on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a 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 tried
Going against me just goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
Kick in door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a piece of pussy
Betta watch ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
Take my off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was with it
Used to sell crack to the children of the
I'm the reason why your warned you
Pray you die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' 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
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me