Project Steps歌词

Old habit die hard huh

Disrespect will not be disregarded partna

You cross dat line I'm goin' off about mine
Man woman and child, no exception home boy
No disrespect will be tolerated come hell or high water
You understand that
Ya *****
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova everythang *****
I got fake ******* on my timeline

Sucka ****** in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to letcha know I don't feel you
**** 'em
Dodging nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go
Ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard
I'ma, Bankhead ***** to the heart

Tote tools on the boulevard
It's young ****** 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' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the ******' wall
Puss, you disrespectful *****, got that
I ain't neva 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 gettin' 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 ******* in my timeline

Hatin' ****** in my rearview
I got naked ******* in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a clear view
Of the city with my **** up in it
But in the morning won't remember which ***** is it, ****
Ay I'm too rich for this **** but I'm too real to be tried *****
Going against me just like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta make excuses

I don't **** whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, **** around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, 45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day ***** I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, wassup
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your door masked up like
Who in the ****
Boy you a ho ho, not just a little piece of *****
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me ***** holdup
I'm just a project ***** on the front steps

And gettin' 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 ***** like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
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

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

And gettin' 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