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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
know it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we 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 wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from from "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 whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' in my rearview
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 which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' enough
I'm poppin' in the front, leave you in the dust
in your door 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 front
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business
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 girls
But I'll still check a bitch like did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was with it
Used to sell crack to the 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 nigga on the front steps
And gettin' 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
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me