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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 exception
No disrespect will be tolerated man hell or high water
You that? You bitch!
mafia, hustle gang ova everythang nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to let you I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
know it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
expensive ambition 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 wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got stacks back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And money 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 my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
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 with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
against me just like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
Kick in door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little of pussy
Betta watch ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

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

All I wanna do is go and
Take my mind off the ones I 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 into it, I was with it
to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle my business
Try me