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Old habit die huh
Disrespect will not be disregarded
You cross dat line I'm off bout mine
Man and child, no exception homeboy
No disrespect will be tolerated man 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
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I don't you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta 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 cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young niggas in a car
expensive ambition 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 ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I never been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a 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 gettin' money is the
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
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' niggas in my
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 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 don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
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 piece of pussy
watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm a project 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 I'ma my business
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn
Hey, hey I grow into it, I was born with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your warned you
Pray you 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 my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle my business
Try me