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Old habit die huh
will not be disregarded partna
You cross dat line I'm off bout mine
Man woman and child, no homeboy
No disrespect will be tolerated man come hell or water
You understand You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I don't 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 swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin'
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
With expensive and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back "What you know about that?"

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the won't remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't enough
I'm poppin' in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga

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

All I wanna do is go and
Take my off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my girls
But I'll still check a like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I grow into it, I was born with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the why your mama warned you
you don't die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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