PERSONAL Lyrics

Man I hope you take this personal

Thought I'd be the first one to let you know now

I could meet ya where ya at now

Keep a heater when I'm in Pat town

Pick up a book yea I put the packs down

Straight off the line like I'm huntin' the sacks down

All I ever wanna talk about is racks now

Ain't even tryna front I could never go back now

I be turnt like a rockstar baby

Reminiscing on the top floor baby

Anything you ever need

You know that you can call on me

If I bring ya on ya honor me

If you cross my top ya under me

I done made a way for 'em

I gave em something to talk about

I got my cake from the underground

Look at my cleats

I been running routes

Beat up the odds like I'm Ronda Rousey

Stay in the paint they be tryna foul me

You welcome

Your numbers they dead without me

Put down the

Was making me drowsy

Took down a freak who took down a mountain

All that it took was a look and a mouthpiece

Man the group was in there tryna scout me

Told all of those bitches excuse me

I just came here to get groovy

You see 'em dancing don't be snoozing

You see 'em dancing they be choosing

I spent a dub tonight I ain't losing

I done made a way for 'em

I ain't have to pay for it

But she ate it up like a tapeworm

Straight from the mud to basement

Went through my phase full of lame shit

But now they gone flock if I came in

Run it up catch me if you can I'm chasing

Man I hope you take this personal

Thought I'd be the first one to let you know now

I could meet ya where ya at now

Keep a heater when I'm in Pat town

Pick up a book yea I put the packs down

Straight off the line like I'm huntin' the sacks down

All I ever wanna talk about is racks now

Ain't even tryna front I could never go back now

I be turnt like a rockstar baby

Reminiscing on the top floor baby

Anything you ever need

You know that you can call on me

If I bring ya on ya honor me

If you cross my top ya under me

They be sayin im upping my fitness

It's a Wimbledon all on both of wrists

Ferrari suit look like it's Christmas

It's looking scary my hood in my engine

I keep it hidden they hatin' disturbing my vision

My jewelry kit cause an impediment

Getting rich off a straight adrenaline

She be rubbing me soft on my melanin

Can't even look wrong ya get heaven sent

I be doin' my thang can't discredit it

This shit is taxable can't catch no felony

Started doing things right now He blessing me

I get urges whenever it's stressing me

I put my soul into this and what's left of me

Getting after it prolly be death of me

Split it all with my brothers that come w me

Never forget who was there I was hungry

I was waking up sick lonely

Now I got a starting 5 we all be ballin'

Started missing sleep and the money started callin'

I could never go back now

Rather up the score 300

I'm talkin' like blackout