Lyrics Don't Take It Personal - Cadet, Ghetts

Don't Take It Personal

Stepped in, underrated legend in the place
Thought the energy came from you
Until I touched mic, got the whole booth rearranged
New school, yeah I’m improved in a way
Way better than them niggas that you used to behave
The shotty in a tracksuit like who’s brave
Got me walking like I’m using a cane
Ah shit, who’s this?
Who’s tryna get busy with the kid?
I was really getting fizzy with the fifth
Sincerely get Lizzie in the bits (Cadet, Cadet)
Billy in the gip
Dumb money, tryna get silly with the chips
Shooting up your Apnas, Karlas, and Kuras
I bet you can’t see through the Mist
I’m back on my bullshit, Chicago murder spree
If I hit him with the full clip, his soul might end up in purgatory
It’s nothing personal so don’t take it personally
But I will give a nigga the whole Bible if he’s got one verse for me
Washing machine to these niggas, I wash an MC when I spin him
What’s an MC to a killer?
Like, what’s an MC when I kill him?
You don’t wanna MC when I’m spitting, it’s a serpent’s phlegm
Venomous business, earth these man when I’m firing
How they gonna win?
All kinds of elements in this
Mm, yeah I hear you, but I ain’t tryna hear none of that
It’s my team that’s got these youts running back
When these niggas quit grime and they ain’t coming back
And you had the galdem singing for you, I never had galdem singing for me
But them gal would fistfight for the kid, look I had the galdem swinging for me
Bro, what’s your thoughts like?
You can see I’ve got diamonds in my teeth so don’t be surprised every time that
I talk right
We’ve got them tings that would come with a torchlight
They hear one Drake album, now these fuckboys think they can talk like
That’s a newspaper, I’ll put your dad on the cover for talking More Life
If I didn’t tell him I was coming
Aaliyah would’ve wrote another four-page letter to his cousin
Press trigger and then press people button (BUCK-I)
You dead, nigga, mi gone: reaper suh’in (BUCK-I)
Head full, me gwan leave it runnin' (BUCK-I)
Some man a come on like Wayne in Shutters
How you mean?
Max.
Done 'im
(10. 9. 8.) These are countdown rocket bars
(7. 6. 5.) Sound off beat.
I can show you where the pockets are
(4. 3. 2.) You got so much so much potential
(Listen to me) You’ll be 'round a long time
(1.) Just paste and copy dawg
Buh!
Got me buggin'
Know what I’m like when I’m under attack
Everytime a nigga body something they be buggin'
They be saying I’m the reason that they never commin' back, nigga wait
Put the whole scene on my back on my ones (Cadet calm down!)
Fuck that I ain’t done
They got they' forearm muscles from gym
Man come from whippin' a nigga with a gun
Ain’t one of these new school niggas
Uber, Shoreditch and YouTube niggas
Rudeboy I come from a dirty jit
I would shoot and move quick the roof off niggas
Flip the script quick and hit these niggas
Blew your eye quick and crip these niggas
Cadet, Cadet
I’m Cadet, Cadet, due to evict these niggas
'ow you mean?
Dead man.
Graveyard.
Tombstone
Contract killer no loopholes
Monopoly, chess, Cluedo
Man’s bored of the games, and you know
Tai-chi, muay thai, judo
Fuck that shit, I’m in shoot mode
Rolex, Breitling, Hublot
I’ll take man’s time on the route home
Mercury.
Neptune.
Pluto
Give a nigga some space you’re too close
Obese heavyweight sumo used to put food on scales like Bruno
Bruno
Who’s Bruno?
Bruno.
From you know
As in Bruno in Danger
Bruno with a Uno