Project Steps

Old habit die hard huh

Disrespect will not be disregarded partna

You cross dat line I'm goin' off bout mine

Man woman and child no exception homeboy

No disrespect will be tolerated

Man come hell or high water

You understand that you bitch

Bankroll mafia

Hustle gang ova everythang nigga

I got fake bitches on my timeline ay

Sucka niggas 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

Betta know it

Tired of holding' on to dead weight

Goin' let it go

Ain't no turnin' round looking' back

I swear to god

I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack

And sell it hard I'ma

Bankhead nigga to the heart with

Tote tools on the boulevard

It's young niggas in a stolen car

With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off

Caught that line and we goin' off

And let his mom give a damn who you goin' call

You violatin we ain't lettin' nothing' go at all

We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall

Pussy you disrespectful nigga 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 nigga 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 and

Hatin' niggas 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 nigga

Going against me just like goin' against god

And I ain't gotta make excuses why

I don't fuck whoever whatchu wanna do about it

Thought not fuck around get crossed out

You caught slippin' roll down on your ass

45 start spittin'

Goin' be a long day nigga I start trippin'

Don't be stickin' to the script

Drive-by audition what's up

Whatchu do for dough guess you do it too slow

And by the looks of your stuff

You ain't doing' enough

I'm poppin' witnesses in the front

Leave you in the dust

Kick in your door masked up like

Who in the fuck

Boy you is a ho ho

Not just a little piece of pussy

Betta watch your ass talking'

You don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project nigga 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

Til 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

Yea I'm a daddy love my little girls

But I'll still check a bitch like 'pac did lauryn hill

Hey hey I ain't grow into it

I was born with it

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

Nigga back who am I

I'm just a project nigga 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

Til 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