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Old habit die huh
Disrespect not be disregarded partna
You cross dat I'm goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child, no homeboy
No disrespect will be tolerated man come or high water
You that? You bitch!
mafia, hustle gang ova everythang nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
know it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote on the boulevard
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 give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin'
Pussy, you nigga, got that
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 project nigga on the front
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just 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 long day nigga I start
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in door masked 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 steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that clip ride, til 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

All I wanna do is go and
Take my mind off the I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the street
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 whole clip ride, til 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