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Old habit die 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 tolerated man come hell or water
You understand You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova everythang

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
why I'm even wasting 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, no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
tools on the boulevard
It's niggas 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 shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, till 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

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the city with my 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 ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day 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 enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, 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 watch your ass talkin', you me nigga holdup

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

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I wanna go and
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my girls
But I'll still check a like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was 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 nigga on the front
And gettin' money is the
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
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business
Try me