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

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 nothin' but a Fed
know it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
tools on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
that line and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' 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 at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"

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

I got fake on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a clear
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the won't remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too to be tried nigga
against me just like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
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 poppin' 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 just a little of pussy
watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

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, til ain't one in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
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 check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was born it
to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the corner
back! Who am I

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, til ain't 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