Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Project Steps , by - T.I.. Release date: 10.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 home boy no disrespect will be tolerated come |
| hell or high water |
| You understand that? |
| Ya bitch! |
| Bankroll Mafia, Hustle Gang ova everythang nigga |
| I got fake bitches on my timeline |
| Sucka niggas in my rearview |
| Wonder why I’m even wasting my time |
| Even replying to letcha 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 |
| And 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 nigga to the heart |
| Tote tools on the boulevard |
| Its young niggas in a stolen car |
| With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off |
| Caught that line and we goin' off |
| In Lenox mall 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 fuckin' wall |
| Puss, you disrespectful nigga, 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 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, 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 in my timeline |
| 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 |
| 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, 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' 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 |
| Betta watch your ass talkin', you don’t know me nigga holdup |
| 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, 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 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 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, 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! |