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Old habit die huh
Disrespect will not be disregarded
You cross dat line I'm goin' off bout
Man woman and child, no homeboy
No disrespect will be tolerated man 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
why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I don't you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
know it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote tools on the
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive ambition and exquisite we showin' off
that line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, 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

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked in the high rise
On the so they could get a clear 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
Going against me like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the of your 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 a little piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' money is the
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
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
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, my little 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 warned you
Pray you don't die you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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