Don't Take It Personal - SD

Red Beam call that neon

Flip the script watch em re-runs

You mad I got heat on

Shit you could get ya freeze on

Damn, they done made me feel invincible

Trap turn this bitch up

Emotional ass niggas man

All these niggas in they motherfucking feelings man

It’s a murder scene I guess he shouldn’t have popped out

Brett Farve, I bet these bullets hard now

Feds watching, man they tryna touchdown

These niggas bitches, watch how they get gunned down

I swear I’m tried of these

peons

I guess they used to run them re-runs

You mad just go breathe on

Shit, just don’t take it personal

Red Beam call that neon

Flip the script watch em re-runs

You mad I got heat on

Shit you could get ya freeze on

Half ass workers, you get me

Boss made, damn I got my feet up

True toed I’ve been out the meter

Paper routes, still won’t find my way home

Glock 17 boy you won’t see long

Self made I know that they don’t see though

Dead presidents, but I’m that hero

Trap play me, say I’m like torpedoes

Thinking back, full of shit

Stop it I’m just into it

Thinking 'bout the next nigga move, that’s why you losing it

Got guwap in the stash thats the past, I was fooling

Got choices what you choosing then?

Money to be made I got my on

Power stroke, she feel me I’m beneath her

A lot of niggas talk, they come with re-runs

Tight shift, I hope you brought your leons

Mr. Knock It Off, I knock you off hope ain’t no reason

A lot of dead bodies, that’s what he on

Paper soldier, get ya ass drew on

Don’t take this personal, might find a reason