Don't Take It Personal

I'm just like y'all ****

Mad at the world 'cause I couldn't get paid

(Still in the hood) This my slogan, man

Gotta do what you gotta do

Don't take it personal

We just tryna skeet

I'ma easily come, easily go

We just tryna eat

Don't take it personal

We just tryna skeet

I'ma easily come, easily go

We just tryna eat

Yeah, it's just music, man

Why you envy me? I ain't stingy, B

Is it because of them MP3s

Or I'm six-figure strong without MTV?

Or is it because I be doctor Fendi

Or when I start wavin' the watch, it'll get windy?

I start raidin' the spots where all of your men be

Might start wavin' the Glock till it get empty

With the type to come and scatter your party

And every other day, I used to average a robbery

This is Max, don't confuse me with Charly

Don't confuse me with a dude who abuses authority

I'm hard to be, excuse you, pardon me

I'm the illest ****, arguably

I scar you, B

Thought street treats would

Starrin' you, it was starrin' me

Don't take it personal

We just tryna skeet

I'ma easily come, easily go

We just tryna eat

Don't take it personal

We just tryna skeet

I'ma easily come, easily go

We just tryna eat

Y'all could keep your streets

I need a piece of the fame, ****

Your life couldn't match a piece of my pain

Shit you thinkin', I already thought about it

Shit you beefin' about, I already fought about it

I already slaughtered about it, played the block

Got knocked with the Glock and went to court about it

Pop your car, snatch your daughter up out of it

Took five grams and made a quarter up out of it

Coke flow good, spent four on the outlet

Played California in my Florida outfit

Class seven passport, shootin' across seas

Six foot chain, blue coupe and a frosty

Six foot dame, new suit and some coffee

I'm still nothing, still up in the comin'

Still full court press and still runnin' and gunnin'

Picture screens, fifth long, shifty spring

Don't take it personal

We just tryna skeet

I'ma easily come, easily go

We just tryna eat

Don't take it personal

We just tryna skeet

I'ma easily come, easily go

We just tryna eat

Can't y'all see the big chief's the rap version of Robin Leech?

Capitalizin' off other ****'s beats

He smashin' the game, he governin' the streets

And will he break him a clone? Will he break him a piece? No

I fuck with **** that ain't never got they phone on

It smell like shit, even with cologne on

Yeah, they also keep plenty of stones on

Pumps in the back seat, plenty of chrome on

'Cause soon as I get this bread, I'm leavin'

I don't think there's a **** better than me, dead or breathin'

Got the style, got the look, got the voice

Got the attitude, the only thing I'm missin' is the tattoos

And everywhere I go, pack tools

Cut your hands off tryna touch Max food

I'ma buck that dude, I don't trust that dude

You ain't never seen Juelz in a truck that cool

Don't take it personal

We just tryna skeet

I'ma easily come, easily go

We just tryna eat

Don't take it personal

We just tryna skeet

I'ma easily come, easily go

We just tryna eat

Don't take it personal

We just tryna skeet

I'ma easily come, easily go

We just tryna eat

Don't take it personal

We just tryna skeet

I'ma easily come, easily go

We just tryna eat