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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you, 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to 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,
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never shot at, and I ain't shot back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"

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 whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the rise
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the city 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 real to be nigga
against me just like goin' 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 start
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' 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 piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you me nigga holdup

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
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 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 reason why mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the corner
back! Who am I

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 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