Dave East - Nothing Personal lyrics

[Intro] Holiday season, aiight Last real n***a alive HUM Beats [Verse] 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 (we out) Shake somethin', ask bet you living, we gon' take somethin' (boom) 100 thousand dollars worth of j**elry on, come take somethin' (100) We ain't gotta shoot, I see your jaw, I'm tryna break somethin' (real sh**) I'm the one allah blessed 220 on the dash, let's take a car test Saks Fifth with the homies, we all fresh (my n***as) I was crip before I had a rap deal (rolling) I ain't chasing clout, them n***as don't know how the trap feel (at all) Any city, stand tall (uh), I'm tryna see my man ball (my n***a) n***a, you and your man soft, I don't know how that feel (I'm up) I be wide awake, counting a lot of cake (a lot) I got a foregin, you got a foreign, f** it, we gotta race (skrt) Put 'em on a real n***a diet, somethin' she gotta taste Watching my money grow, play the bungalow, that's my hideaway (I'm up) 10 years ago, I was dreaming (dreaming) that I was touring Had the ankle Ralph Lauren (hold on), these rap n***as wild boring They ain't entertaining me (at all) Behind the Gucci belt is where the stainless be (.45) You better catch a body if you aim at me (better) I be where the jackboys, the hustlers and the gansgsters be (my n***as) Did a couple corporate deals, honestly, ain't no changing me (I'm hood) Drop 'em in the river, by his ankles where the anchor be Powder for your b**h face like maybe it's marcellein 'Cause friends turn to foes, got a drip on the pole n***as know how it go (go) I do this sh** for my soul (soul) Told my n***as let's get it (let's get it) I got some homies that's gon’ shoot 'till you're finished Nothing personal, this sh** is just business k** 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 (Inshallah) I'm with robbers and k**ers (boom) Clocking in, I do my job and get busy (busy) You wanna rob me, sh**, you gotta come k** me (k** me) Sleep with the pound on me (pound) Nowadays, I'm going up, all these b**hes 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, hoodie low, don't need the crowd on me [Outro] Datpiff.com exclusive