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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 hell or high water
You that? You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, gang ova everythang nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin'
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I 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 nigga on the steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which bitch is it,
Ay I'm too rich for this but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going me just like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You slippin' roll 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?
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 masked 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 nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that clip ride, til ain't one left 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 do is go and chill
Take my off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the why your mama warned you
Pray you don't die you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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