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 home boy no disrespect will be tolerated come hell or high water
You understand that? Ya (*##$!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova everythang ^!$$%


[Verse 1: T.I.]
I got fake (*##$es on my timeline

Sucka ^!$$%s 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

Its young ^!$$%s in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showinâ?? off
Caught that line and we goinâ?? off

And let his mom give a damn, who you goinâ?? call?
You violatin, we ainâ??t lettinâ?? nothinâ?? go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the $#&@in' wall

Puss, you disrespectful ^!$$%, got that
I ainâ??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 â??What You Know About That?â?

(Hook)

Iâ??m just a project ^!$$% on the front steps
And gettinâ?? money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun kept

I let that whole clip ride, till ainâ??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

[Verse 2: T.I.]

I got fake (*##$es in my timeline
Hatin' ^!$$%s in my rearview
I got naked (*##$es 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 wonâ??t remember which (*##$ is it, %#@!

Ay Iâ??m too rich for this %#@! but Iâ??m too real to be tried ^!$$%
Going against me just like goinâ?? against God
And I ainâ??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 $$#, .45 start spittin'

Goin' be a long day ^!$$% I start trippin'
Donâ??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 ainâ??t doin' enough
Iâ??m poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your door masked up like, â??Who in the $#&@?â?

Boy you a ho ho, not just a little piece of #~!!@
Betta watch your $$# talkin', you don't me ^!$$% holdup


(Hook)
Iâ??m just a project ^!$$% on the front steps
And gettinâ?? money is the concept

By any means, and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til ainâ??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


[Verse 3: T.I.]
All I wanna do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill

Yea, Iâ??m a daddy, love my little girls
But Iâ??ll still check a (*##$ like â??Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey I ainâ??t grow into it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the children of the corn
Iâ??m the reason why your mama warned you

Pray you donâ??t die before you make it to the street corner

(Hook)
Iâ??m just a project ^!$$% on the front steps
And gettinâ?? money is the concept

By any means, and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til ainâ??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!