Lyrics Don't Take It Personal - SD

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
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