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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 disrespect will be tolerated man come or high water
You that? You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle 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 know I feel you, fuck 'em!
nothin' 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
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive ambition and exquisite 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 disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I shot back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back "What you know about that?"

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 clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' niggas in my
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 real to be tried
Going against me just like goin' God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't enough
I'm poppin' in the front, leave 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 on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, til ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Hill
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the of the corn
I'm the reason why your 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' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that 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