Everything's Personal Lyrics

Everybody say they like how I do things

Had to get my own routine

Couldn't live long with hoop dreams

Had a couple dogs switch teams

Had to do my own research, tryna get all of the cream

Boss talk with the boss team

Looking at your favorite rapper like Offspring

Tryna let the coupe top down and just holla out Hakuna Matata

Lot of folks don't get scooped from bottom

Niggas tried to hit the gas on me, I guess they forgot that they a student driver

A scary motherfucker will shoot somebody

Drive the whip with the tool inside it

Never know when you need to get violent

Told the dawgs that I'm riding with them, it don't matter how the shit goes

But don't you dare step on my toes

Because I stand on all of those

I'm from a place where only in daytime you can order some Dominoes

I let them hate on they Facebook and FaceTime, they don't say that shit to my nose

Disrespect truly get you exposed

Or at least to some of that degree you know

I be trying to tell people you ain't gotta act hard, be a real nigga or something

Just keep it 100 with me, feel me

Totally

How could you fold on me

Sipping on liquor and all of it's potency

Stuck in them trenches like World War explosioning

I'm tryna eat, need a bag with some groceries

Guess they hating on me now because they realizing that they ain't as cold as me

Reach me in my DM's, you ain't got my number because you ain't close to me

God point a finger and chosen me

So what I look like giving all this talent up

Funny when the money do balance out, it fuck the family balance up

Funny when I always get counted out, I carry even less cause I'm counting up

Funny when you say what you about, it sound like everybody else's stuff

Man, ya'll boy just funny

So excuse my French

Why you niggas always watching my shit

You don't like, you don't share, you don't comment on shit

Ain't talking my business, make it make sense

Will someone please make it make sense

Hate in your heart, something like the Grinch

Starting with me get you put on the bench

Ask why I go hard cause I ain't get shit

Swear I came from the dark, 5% tint

Who made out your hood like 5%