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Just like y’all niggas mad at the world because I couldn’t get paid (Still in the hood) This my slogan, gotta do what you gotta do 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 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 Letras de cancionesThought 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 From Letras Mania