It Ain't Personal

MVSON,
Listen,
Nah nah,
It ain't personal,
But if it don't make dough it ain't workable,
With this fire and this light i can burn em' all,
Denzel in this bitch it get surgical,
Tell a nigga bow to the king i'll be merciful,
For my best man let ring in your service or forever hold your peace,
Move like Spock with a clan full of Vulcans,
With a grip put a nigga soul to sleep,
What i find i keep,
Im a warrior,
Pillage your village take your women like a Attila i get all the Huns,
No rest till the war is won,
Oh you said can i bring a nigga in?
That's an awkward one,
Sorry beefy it nah gon wurk,
Cuz' you my GG don't put in no work,
I want to be the best in my field to ever do it,
You just wanna do it for the fame,
I just do it for the music,
Talkin' bout S ain't flames,
Are you stupid?
I get busy (Are you Dumb?)
You don't scrap in a bout,
Or even match our accounts,
Are you stupid?
I get lizzy (Are you Dumb?)
Left side assassin,
No cappin' i get active,
We can go rappin' or scrappin',
I'll let you have it,
My eyes are too big for my stomach,
So let me have this plate,
Before i put this 4'5 to your gullet.

Alright alright alright alright,
Stop the track,
Nigga we know you can rap with your bitch ass,
Big head ass,
Let's get back to hook aight.

Uh,
Fucked her once and never fucked again,
Nah it ain't personal,
Checked your chin right in front your friends,
Nah it ain't personal,
From a couple grand to a hunnid bands,
Nah it ain't personal,
Keep talkin' tough and you can get these hands,
Nah it ain't personal.

It's the kid and im back in this bitch,
And im fresher than the Prince of Bel-Air,
If K.Dot be King of Hip Hop,
Then nigga i am his heir,
Ain't nobody finna save your ass,
You could really get smoked round here,
And i like my bitches real thick,
Walk round long hair don't care,
Check it,
Bought my bitch her own bidness,
Now she can stay tha fuck outta mine,
When she with me she bout it bout it,
Got a nine right by her panty line,
My wifey she an exotic honey,
I bring in money and she count it for me,
They say the best things in life are free,
Then why we still got slaves in africa,
The system's an emotional bitch,
Speak a lil truth and they'll come after ya,
But anyway man to each's own,
When it comes to hip hop imma seize the throne,
When i lost my homies,
I drank till my insides fucked up,
Man i swear i felt vandelised,
Now im the reason why you niggaz petrified,
When i spit these bars,
Rappers traumatised,
Fuck with me,
Get decentralised,
Killin' em softly with my words,
Nigga that's a lyrical homicide,
Tryna fuck with us,
Boy we not them ones,
When my goons move,
They be packin' guns,
Scare the holy shit outta all em Nuns,
Real Terror Squad i ain't tryna Pun.

Yeah aight you Pussyho',
You made your point,
You got bars,
That's cool,
Lets get back to this chorus.

Fucked her once and never fucked again,
Nah it ain't personal,
Checked your chin right in front your friends,
Nah it ain't personal,
From a couple grand to a hunnid bands,
Nah it ain't personal,
Keep talkin' tough and you can get these hands,
Nah it ain't personal.