Songtext Don't take it personal Max B

Don't take it personal

Just like y’all niggas mad at the world because I couldn’t get paid (Still in the hood) This my slogan, gotta do what you gotta do

Don’t take it personal (Don’t take it personal, uh-uh)
We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I'm)
Easily come, easily go
We just tryna eat
Don’t take it personal (Don’t take it personal)
We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I'm)
Easily come, easily go (Get out of here)
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 waving the watch, it will get windy
I start raiding the spots, where all of your men be
Might start waving the Glock 'til 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 abuse the authority
I’m hard to be, excuse you, pardon me
I’m the illest nigga arguably, uh
I scar you B
Thought street treats would
Staring you, it was staring me

Don’t take it personal (Don’t take it personal, uh-uh)
We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I'm)
Easily come, easily go
We just tryna eat
Don’t take it personal (Don’t take it personal)
We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I'm)
Easily come, easily go (Get out of here)
We just tryna eat

Y'all could keep the streets, I need a piece of the fame, nigga
Ya life couldn't match a piece of my pain
Shit you thinking, I already thought about
And shit you beefing about, I already fought about, uh
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 (Yeah)
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 shooting across seas
Six foot chain, blue coupe and a frosty
Six foot dame, new suit and some coffee
I'm still nothin', still up in the coming
Still full court press, still running and gunning
Picture screens, fifth long, shifty spring, yeah

Don’t take it personal (Don’t take it personal, uh-uh)
We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I'm)
Easily come, easily go
We just tryna eat
Don’t take it personal (Don’t take it personal)
We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I'm)
Easily come, easily go (Get out of here)
We just tryna eat

Can't ya see [?] the rap version of Robin Leech
Capitalizing off other niggas beats
He smashing the game, he governing the streets
And will he break him up long or break him a piece? Nah
I fuck with niggas that ain't never got their 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 leaving
I don't think there's a nigga better than me dead or breathing, uh
Got the style, got the look, got the voice
Got the attitude, the only thing I'm missing 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 (Don’t take it personal, uh-uh)
We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I'm)
Easily come, easily go
We just tryna eat
Don’t take it personal (Don’t take it personal)
We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I'm)
Easily come, easily go (Get out of here)
We just tryna eat
Don’t take it personal (Don’t take it personal, uh-uh)
We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I'm)
Easily come, easily go
We just tryna eat
Don’t take it personal (Don’t take it personal)
We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I'm)
Easily come, easily go (Get out of here)
We just tryna eat