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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 will be tolerated man come hell or high water
You that? You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, gang ova everythang nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you, 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no round lookin' back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's niggas in a stolen car
expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you know that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where 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 I'ma my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the rise
On the so they 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 against me just like goin' God
And I gotta make 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
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your door 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 front
And money 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
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 girls
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 crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama you
Pray you die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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