Never Personal
Ayo what's good bruh
Yo what's good man
Chillin bro wya?
Bro I'm at the studio ima hit you back
Aight bro you do yo thang
Aight
I took a lot from the streets although it taught me to eat
My daddy taught me to grind he also taught me to teach
He said son it'll be fine, you gotta stay on yo feet
Don't keep yo bruthas behind, you gotta keep 'em in reach
I got so much on my mind, I really pray for the peace
I gotta write all these rhymes, I gotta follow my dream
It really might take some time, who knows soon what I'm gon be
I told my mama I'm gone, I got a dollar to meet
I got a family to feed
I got a culture to lead
Some niggas wit me might ride and other niggas might leave
Sometimes I don't feel alive
Sometimes I don't feel relieved
But I keep my head in the skies who knows soon what I'm gon be
They call this land of the free?
I call it land of the freaks
Some niggas claiming they god and others claiming they me
Bitch go and ring the alarm cuz you will never be me
I'm just a king my dawg call me your majesty
Fuck all the jealousy, I used to fuck witchu heavily
Now you my enemy, fuck is you sending me?
I got the shooters wit hidden identities, building my legacy
This shit my destiny lyrically none of you niggas ahead of me
I run the streets like sesame
Niggas be testing me, nobody lovin' me even my family
I need some remedy literally nobody true to me usually niggas be foolin' me
Where is the unity in my community?
We gotta stop, and I gotta shine
I bust at the ops straight with the nine
I stay on top, I'm one of a kind
I ain't gon stop, you gotta resign it'll be fine
But you cannot cross the line or it's gonna be a crime
Aren't scared for yo life? in the alley playing dice in the alley playing
(Fuck)
You should take my advice before you get hit wit the pipe
Please do not be in a fright
I been working on my life
I been up all night, I been lookin' at the skies and I been praying for the light
But non of you niggas Is bright and non of you niggas is right
And you might be thinkin' we tight but that ain't the case
I'm shooting you niggas on site
I'm killing the rats and the mice
You can call it sacrifice
Mixing my sprite wit the ice
On my way to paradise, nigga please don't waste my time
Yo what's good man
Chillin bro wya?
Bro I'm at the studio ima hit you back
Aight bro you do yo thang
Aight
I took a lot from the streets although it taught me to eat
My daddy taught me to grind he also taught me to teach
He said son it'll be fine, you gotta stay on yo feet
Don't keep yo bruthas behind, you gotta keep 'em in reach
I got so much on my mind, I really pray for the peace
I gotta write all these rhymes, I gotta follow my dream
It really might take some time, who knows soon what I'm gon be
I told my mama I'm gone, I got a dollar to meet
I got a family to feed
I got a culture to lead
Some niggas wit me might ride and other niggas might leave
Sometimes I don't feel alive
Sometimes I don't feel relieved
But I keep my head in the skies who knows soon what I'm gon be
They call this land of the free?
I call it land of the freaks
Some niggas claiming they god and others claiming they me
Bitch go and ring the alarm cuz you will never be me
I'm just a king my dawg call me your majesty
Fuck all the jealousy, I used to fuck witchu heavily
Now you my enemy, fuck is you sending me?
I got the shooters wit hidden identities, building my legacy
This shit my destiny lyrically none of you niggas ahead of me
I run the streets like sesame
Niggas be testing me, nobody lovin' me even my family
I need some remedy literally nobody true to me usually niggas be foolin' me
Where is the unity in my community?
We gotta stop, and I gotta shine
I bust at the ops straight with the nine
I stay on top, I'm one of a kind
I ain't gon stop, you gotta resign it'll be fine
But you cannot cross the line or it's gonna be a crime
Aren't scared for yo life? in the alley playing dice in the alley playing
(Fuck)
You should take my advice before you get hit wit the pipe
Please do not be in a fright
I been working on my life
I been up all night, I been lookin' at the skies and I been praying for the light
But non of you niggas Is bright and non of you niggas is right
And you might be thinkin' we tight but that ain't the case
I'm shooting you niggas on site
I'm killing the rats and the mice
You can call it sacrifice
Mixing my sprite wit the ice
On my way to paradise, nigga please don't waste my time
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Writer(s): Husam Alghadban
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