Old habit die hard huh

Disrespect will not be disregarded partner

You cross that line I'm going off about mine

Man, woman, and child, no exception homeboy

No disrespect will be tolerated

Come hell or high water

You understand that? Yeah bitch

Bankroll Mafia, hustle gang over everything ****

I got fake bitches on my timeline

Sucker **** in my rearview

Wonder why I'm even wasting my time

Even replying to let you know I don't feel you

Fuck em

Dodging nothing but a fed case

Better know it, tired of holding onto dead weight

Going, let it go

And ain't no turning 'round looking back

I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cooking crack

And sell it hard

I'ma bank head **** to the heart

Tote tools on the boulevard

It's young **** in a stolen car

With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showing off

Caught that line and we going off

In Lenox mall, give a damn, who you going call?

You violating, we ain't letting nothing go at all

We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fucking wall

Puss, you disrespectful ****, got that

I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot back

Bossed up in a cool whip with a hot gat

And still got stacks from back from, what you know about that?

I'm just a project **** on the front steps

And getting money is the concept

By any means, and the belt where the gun kept

I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one left in it

Try me, I'ma handle my business, handle my business

Try me, I'ma handle my business

Try me I'ma handle my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my timeline

Hating **** in my rearview

I got naked bitches in the high rise

On the balcony so they could get a clear view

Of the city with my dick up in it

But in the morning won't remember which bitch is it, shit

Ay, I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be tried ****

Going against me just like going against God

And I ain't gotta make excuses

I don't fuck with whoever, what you wanna do about it

Thought not, fuck around get crossed out

You caught slipping roll down on your ass, 45 start spitting

Going be a long day **** I start tripping

Don't be sticking to the script, drive-by audition, what's up

What you do for dough, guess you do it too slow

And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doing enough

I'm popping wheelies in the front, leave you in the dust

Kick in your door masked up like, who in the fuck?

Boy you a ho ho, not just a little piece of pussy

Better watch your ass talking, you don't me ****, hold up

I'm just a project **** on the front steps

And getting money is the concept

By any means, and the belt where the gun kept

I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one left in it

Try me, I'ma handle my business, handle my business

Try me, I'ma handle my business

Try me, I'ma handle my business, try me

All I wanna do is go and chill

Take my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill

Yeah, I'm a daddy, love my little girls

But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill

Hey, I ain't grow into it, I was born real

Used to sell crack to the children of the corn

I'm the reason why your mama warned you

Pray you don't die before you make it to the street corner

I'm just a project **** on the front steps

And getting money is the concept

By any means, and the belt where the gun kept

I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one left in it

Try me, I'ma handle my business, handle my business

Try me, I'ma handle my business

Try me, I'ma handle my business, try me