Don't Take It Personal

[Intro] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 1: 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 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: SD] 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 [Hook]