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Old die hard huh
Disrespect will not be disregarded
You cross dat I'm goin' 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 nigga

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka 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 on to dead weight
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin'
And sell it hard,
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got stacks back from "What you know about that?"

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

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't remember which bitch is it,
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be tried
Going against me just like against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught roll down on your 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, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
Kick in your 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 steps
And gettin' 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 handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business
Try me

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

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 ain't one in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me