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Old habit die huh
Disrespect will not be partna
You cross dat line I'm goin' off mine
Man woman and child, no homeboy
No will be tolerated 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 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
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
tools on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And got stacks from 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 whole clip ride, till 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

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too to be tried nigga
Going me just like goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' 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 just a little piece of
Betta watch ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

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
my business
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 I wanna go and kill
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 it, I was born with it
to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned 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 money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me