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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round back
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
nigga 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 lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you about that?"

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be tried
against me just like goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed 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, audition, what's up?
do for dough, guess 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 a little piece of pussy
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

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

All I wanna do is go and
Take my mind off the ones I wanna go and
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll still check a bitch like did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was with it
Used to sell crack to the children of the
I'm the reason why mama 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 belt the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me