Project7 - Handled Business

Vacate, this place is a maze
Listen any longer, you'll be encaged
Hail from the north, was raised in accord
Civil suburban lifestyle was the norm
But I was born destined for the morgue
Shit, till I branched out a little more
Now I like to throw my whole self overboard
Really like to throw my whole health overboard

Fucked up shit I erased my mind
Plan to be top 50 richest in the world in my lifetime
Doing that stayin on my grind
24/7, 356 days, through rain, shine, night-time, day-time
I dont give a fuck I dont waste time
Motherfuckers waste mine
Feel it up the grapevine, throughout the bassline
Takin all of whats mine ay ya ay
You in my path get outta my way
If I left you in the past that's where you will stay
I have the greatest flow of the age
Cant say shit to me, I am the one diggin graves
Had it up to here with this place, I'm alone
Had it up to here just draggin em on
Feel me everyday when you wake in the morn
Man Im sick of every motherfuckin old friend telling me I lost them
Bitch you lost me, come to grips with the fact that you cant go back
If I could then I would, you did all of that
I handled business
Sorry that you ended up on the shit-list
Misplaced my file of you little bitches
Throw love into ditches
Nothing compares to my dreams or my wishes

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Project7

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