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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to let you I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to 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 nigga to the heart,
tools on the boulevard
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and pistols we showin' off
that line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin'
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
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 back 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, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so could get a clear 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 this shit but I'm too to be tried nigga
Going me just like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta 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 start
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not a little piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
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, love my little
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow it, I was born with it
Used to crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama 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 where the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business
Try me