Don't Take It Personal - Cadet, Ghetts

Stepped in, underrated legend in the place

Thought the energy came from you

Until I touched mic, got the whole booth rearranged

New school, yeah I’m improved in a way

Way better than them niggas that you used to behave

The shotty in a tracksuit like who’s brave

Got me walking like I’m using a cane

Ah shit, who’s this?

Who’s tryna get busy with the kid?

I was really getting fizzy with the fifth

Sincerely get Lizzie in the bits (Cadet, Cadet)

Billy in the gip

Dumb money, tryna get silly with the chips

Shooting up your Apnas, Karlas, and Kuras

I bet you can’t see through the Mist

I’m back on my bullshit, Chicago murder spree

If I hit him with the full clip, his soul might end up in purgatory

It’s nothing personal so don’t take it personally

But I will give a nigga the whole Bible if he’s got one verse for me

Washing machine to these niggas, I wash an MC when I spin him

What’s an MC to a killer?

Like, what’s an MC when I kill him?

You don’t wanna MC when I’m spitting, it’s a serpent’s phlegm

Venomous business, earth these man when I’m firing

How they gonna win?

All kinds of elements in this

Mm, yeah I hear you, but I ain’t tryna hear none of that

It’s my team that’s got these youts running back

When these niggas quit grime and they ain’t coming back

And you had the galdem singing for you, I never had galdem singing for me

But them gal would fistfight for the kid, look I had the galdem swinging for me

Bro, what’s your thoughts like?

You can see I’ve got diamonds in my teeth so don’t be surprised every time that

I talk right

We’ve got them tings that would come with a torchlight

They hear one Drake album, now these fuckboys think they can talk like

That’s a newspaper, I’ll put your dad on the cover for talking More Life

If I didn’t tell him I was coming

Aaliyah would’ve wrote another four-page letter to his cousin

Press trigger and then press people button (BUCK-I)

You dead, nigga, mi gone: reaper suh’in (BUCK-I)

Head full, me gwan leave it runnin' (BUCK-I)

Some man a come on like Wayne in Shutters

How you mean?

Max.

Done 'im

(10. 9. 8.) These are countdown rocket bars

(7. 6. 5.) Sound off beat.

I can show you where the pockets are

(4. 3. 2.) You got so much so much potential

(Listen to me) You’ll be 'round a long time

(1.) Just paste and copy dawg

Buh!

Got me buggin'

Know what I’m like when I’m under attack

Everytime a nigga body something they be buggin'

They be saying I’m the reason that they never commin' back, nigga wait

Put the whole scene on my back on my ones (Cadet calm down!)

Fuck that I ain’t done

They got they' forearm muscles from gym

Man come from whippin' a nigga with a gun

Ain’t one of these new school niggas

Uber, Shoreditch and YouTube niggas

Rudeboy I come from a dirty jit

I would shoot and move quick the roof off niggas

Flip the script quick and hit these niggas

Blew your eye quick and crip these niggas

Cadet, Cadet

I’m Cadet, Cadet, due to evict these niggas

'ow you mean?

Dead man.

Graveyard.

Tombstone

Contract killer no loopholes

Monopoly, chess, Cluedo

Man’s bored of the games, and you know

Tai-chi, muay thai, judo

Fuck that shit, I’m in shoot mode

Rolex, Breitling, Hublot

I’ll take man’s time on the route home

Mercury.

Neptune.

Pluto

Give a nigga some space you’re too close

Obese heavyweight sumo used to put food on scales like Bruno

Bruno

Who’s Bruno?

Bruno.

From you know

As in Bruno in Danger

Bruno with a Uno