Don't Take It Personal - Max B

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