Lyrics Nothing Personal - Dave East

Holiday season, aiight
Last real nigga alive
HUM Beats

Who else gon′ go get it the right way? (who?)
12 hunnids, flipped a couple baggies, that's a light day (12 hunnid)
Gamble for your life, learn to get light at a dice game
Shake somethin′, ask bet you living, we gon' take somethin'
100 thousand worth of jewellery on, come take somethin′ (100)
We ain′t gotta shoot, I see your jaw, I'm tryna break somethin′
I'm the one the law blessed
220 on the dash, let′s take a car test
Saks Fifth with the homies, we all fresh (my niggas)
I was crip before I had a rap deal
I ain't chasing clout,
Them niggas don′t know how the trap feel (at all)
Any city, stand tall, I'm tryna see my man ball (my nigga)
Nigga, you and you man soft, I don't know how that feel
I be wide awake, counting a lot of cake
I got a foregin, you got a foreign, fuck it, we gotta race
Put ′em on a real nigga diet, somethin′ she gotta taste
Watching my money grow, play the bungalow, that's my hideaway
10 years ago, I was dreaming that I was touring
Had the ankle Ralph Lauren, these rap niggas wild boring
They ain′t entertaining me (at all)
Behind the Gucci belt is where the stainless be
Better catch a body if you aim at me (better)
I be where the jackboys,
The hustlers and the gansgsters be (my niggas)
Did a couple corporate deals, honestly, ain't no changing me
Drop ′em in the river, bury his ankles where the anchor be
Powder for your bitch face like maybe it's marcellein
′Cause friends turn to foes, got a drip on the pole
Niggas know how it go (go)
I do this shit for my soul (soul)
Told my niggas let's get it
I got some homies that'll shoot ′till you′re finished
Nothing personal, this shit is shit business
Kill the target and witness (boom)
It ain't no stopping because we started the mission (started)
Look in the sky and I ask God for forgiveness
I′m with robbers and killers (boom)
Clocking in, I do my job and get busy (busy)
You gotta rob me, shit, you gotta come kill me (kill me)
Sleep with the pound on me (pound)
Nowadays, I'm going up, all these bitches go down on me
Light work, 60 dub bags, quarter pound on me (12)
Crown on me, I don′t claim king, just run the town homie
At the lounge doly, the hoodie low, don't need the crowd on me

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