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letra de Don't Take It Personal - Max B

[intro]
just like y’all n-gg-s mad at the world because i couldn’t get paid
(still in the hood)
this my slogan, gotta do what you gotta do

[verse 1]
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 [?] 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 n-gg- arguably, uh
i scar you b
thought street treats would
staring you, it was staring me

[verse 2]
y’all could keep the streets, i need a piece of the fame, n-gg-
ya life couldn’t match a piece of my pain
sh-t you thinking, i already thought about
and sh-t 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, sn-tch your daughter up out of it (yeah)
took five grams and made a quarter up out of it
c-ke flow good, spent four on the outlet
played california in my florida outfit
cl-ss seven p-ssport 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

[verse 3]
can’t ya see [?] the rap version of robin leech
capitalizing off other n-gg-s beats
he smashing the game, he governing the streets
and will he break him up long or break him a piece? nah
i f-ck with n-gg-s that ain’t never got their phone on
it smell like sh-t 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 n-gg- better than me dead or breathing, uh
got the style, got the look, got the voice
got the att-tude, 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

[chorus]
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

- max b

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