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Old die hard huh
Disrespect will not be partna
You dat line I'm goin' off bout mine
Man and child, no exception homeboy
No disrespect will be man come hell or high 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 even my time
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, no turnin' round lookin' back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
young niggas in a stolen 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 nothin' 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 ain't shot
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from from "What you know about that?"

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma 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
niggas in my rearview
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the city with my 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 just like goin' 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 looks of your stuff, you ain't enough
I'm witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you me nigga holdup

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
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
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, love my girls
But I'll still check a bitch 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the of the corn
I'm the why your mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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