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Old habit die huh
Disrespect will not be partna
You cross dat line I'm off bout mine
Man woman and child, no homeboy
No disrespect will be tolerated man come hell or water
You understand You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, gang ova everythang nigga

I got fake on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you know that?"

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let whole 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 bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked 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 remember which bitch is it,
Ay I'm too rich for shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta 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 day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
do for dough, guess 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 just a piece of pussy
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

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

All I do is go and chill
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 mama you
Pray you don't die before you it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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 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