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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I don't you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, 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
young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive 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 lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't remember bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me like goin' against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day I start trippin'
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not a little piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you me nigga holdup

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle 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 wanna go and
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my girls
But I'll still a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was with it
Used to crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you don't die you make it to the street 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 that whole clip ride, til ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me