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

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 you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote on the boulevard
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite 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 whip with a hot gat
And still got 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 the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the with my dick 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 real to be tried
Going against me just goin' against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, 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
watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project 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, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle my business
Try me

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

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 whole clip ride, til ain't 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