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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 exception
No disrespect will be tolerated man come or high water
You that? You bitch!
mafia, hustle gang ova everythang nigga

I got fake on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even replying to let you I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to 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 to the heart, with
tools on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite we showin' off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you know that?"

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

I got fake bitches on my and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which bitch is it,
Ay I'm too rich for shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like goin' God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' 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 ain't enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, 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
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But I'll still check a 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 mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
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 handle my business
Try me