[Intro: M Huncho]
(Quincy, tell 'em)
[Chorus: M Huncho & Potter Payper]
I take things personal (ye)
I take things personal (so personal)
Please, don't get on the wrong side cuz I take things personal
If I get stopped in the ride, I tell them that everything's personal
I'm a self made boss, one man I got personnel
It's all love, all business, never personal
I used to have crack, now I got words to sell
I take things personal (personal)
Please, don't get on the wrong side cuz I take things personal
If I get stopped in the ride, I tell them that everything's personal
I'm a self made boss, one man, I got personnel
It's all love, all business, never personal
I used to have crack, now I got words to sell
[Verse 1: M Huncho]
My brother knocked on my door, like bro Salam
He thinks he's on the obbo and he brought the ting along
I told him its for life, go straight to the garage
Put it somewhere hidden, I ain't tryna hold a charge
Even if I held a charge, I won't tell and that's
Words to my balls and that's word to the code
You were there for me when I was face down and broke
And my life's a lonely road
I made money off lines
Now I make money off lines, that's growth
All growth looks the same from the outside
Real people, so so hard to come by
Why you think I got my killer there on standby?
Who the fuck you think this bando is really ran by?
I'm so trappy, nearly called [?] from a landline
Huncholini, I'm the mayor, won by a landslide
Then I done so many miles, like from here to Shanghai
And I'm so Shanghai
(Quincy, tell 'em)
[Chorus: M Huncho & Potter Payper]
I take things personal (ye)
I take things personal (so personal)
Please, don't get on the wrong side cuz I take things personal
If I get stopped in the ride, I tell them that everything's personal
I'm a self made boss, one man I got personnel
It's all love, all business, never personal
I used to have crack, now I got words to sell
I take things personal (personal)
Please, don't get on the wrong side cuz I take things personal
If I get stopped in the ride, I tell them that everything's personal
I'm a self made boss, one man, I got personnel
It's all love, all business, never personal
I used to have crack, now I got words to sell
[Verse 1: M Huncho]
My brother knocked on my door, like bro Salam
He thinks he's on the obbo and he brought the ting along
I told him its for life, go straight to the garage
Put it somewhere hidden, I ain't tryna hold a charge
Even if I held a charge, I won't tell and that's
Words to my balls and that's word to the code
You were there for me when I was face down and broke
And my life's a lonely road
I made money off lines
Now I make money off lines, that's growth
All growth looks the same from the outside
Real people, so so hard to come by
Why you think I got my killer there on standby?
Who the fuck you think this bando is really ran by?
I'm so trappy, nearly called [?] from a landline
Huncholini, I'm the mayor, won by a landslide
Then I done so many miles, like from here to Shanghai
And I'm so Shanghai
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