Project Steps

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[Verse 1]
[Dm]Old habit die hard huh
Disrespect will not be dis
[Am]regarded part[Dm]na
You cross dat line I'm
goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child,
no excep[Am]tion [Dm]homeboy
No disrespect will be [F]tolerated
man [Dm]come hell or high water
You understand that? You bitch!
Bankroll mafia,

[Verse 2]
hustle gang ova everythang nigga
[Dm]I got fake bitches on my
timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my rearview
Wonder [F]why I'm even wasting
[Dm]my time
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you,
fuck '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
Bank[Am]head nigga to the [Dm]heart, with
Tote [Am]tools on [Dm]the boulevard
It's young niggas in
a stolen car
With expensive [Am]am bition and exquis
[Dm]ite 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 [Am]leave your
[Dm]brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful [Am]nigga, got [Dm]that
I ain't never been shot at,
and I ain't shot [Am]back
Bossed up [Dm]in a cool
[Am]whip with a hot [Dm]gat
And still got stacks from back from "What
you know about that?"
I'm [Am]just a [Dm]project nigga on the front

[Verse 3]
[Dm]
steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means,
and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride,
[F]till ain't one left [Dm]in it
Try me, I'ma handle my business
Handle my business
Try me
I'ma handle [F]my [Dm]business
Try me I'ma handle my business, try me

[Verse 4]
I got fake bitches [Dm]on my timeline and
[Am]Hatin' niggas in my rear[Dm]view
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
[F]goin' [Dm]against God
An[F]d I ain't [Dm]gotta make ex[Am]cuses,
why
I don't fuck who[Dm]ever,
[Am]whatchu wanna do about it
[Dm]Thought not,
fuck [Am]around get [Dm]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 doin' 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 talkin',
[F]you [Dm]don't me nigga holdup

[Verse 5]
[Dm]I'm just a project nigga 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,
[F]til ain't one left [Dm]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 [Am]wanna do is go and [Dm]chill

[Verse 6]
Take my mind off the ones
I [Am]wanna [Dm]go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little girls
But I'll still check a [Am]bitch like
'Pac did [Dm]Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into
it, I was born [Am]with it
[Dm]Used to sell crack to
the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your
[Am]mama [Dm]warned you
Pray you don't die before you
make it to the street corner
Nigga back! Who am I

[Verse 7]
I'm just a project nigga [Dm]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 [F]ain't one left [Dm]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

[Outro 1]
Try me
[Dm][Am][Dm]