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

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

I'm just a project nigga on the 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, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my 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 remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be nigga
Going against me just like goin' God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' 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 just a little piece of
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga

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 that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
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, my little girls
But I'll still check a bitch '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 your warned you
Pray you die before you make 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 where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, til 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