Nice Guy
"Mhmm-mhmm-mhmm"
"What?"
"Hold the fuck up" (Lalo-Lalo-Lalo Production!)
Yeah, aye, yeah
Let me catch my breath bro, hold up
Hold up
Now who the fuck said that I can't rap (the fuck)
I turned my two cents into dollars on ASCAP
Chasing numbers like a mathematician that had crack
Call my producer to come over and work but realized WAIT… I am that
Make a few rhymes and you solid, you think you can rap (the FUCK)
You Dr. Seuss motherfuckas like Cat and the Hat
You green eggs and ham bland, you weaker than that
Best believe I've been better than y'all, that is a fact
Still the one with 1 of 1 and Avdon in the mix (whoop!)
I'm picking cheese like Parmesan, we stick to boppin' hits (whoop!)
And extra work with Xtracult, we extra been legit (whoop!)
& I calculate with Method, til' our methods prove we win (okay)
My rap style is honest, and still a phenomenon
A combination that's of Stalin, Apollo, and all the gods
A revelation reckoned like God had talked to John
But y'all sleeping on the kid like ya' fasting for Ramadan (Amen!)
I'm so tired of being the nice guy
I help so many being a nice guy
Every motherfuckin' day for a lifetime
I really do think twice why
I
I'm so tired of being the nice guy
I help so many being a nice guy
Every motherfuckin' day for a lifetime
(Aye, but-how the fuck am I gonna do these adlibs?!) But I'm still being a nice guy
This rap music I grind and go for the last bread
'Cause it's my only way to cope with the fact that my dad's dead (shit)
Only building with family, fuck all the past friends
'Cause everything up in the past is gone... past tense
Some people stay looking on back from a past lens
Like if the way I am now ain't making no damn sense
My dream won't stand down for the sake of some damn men
That's still serving the God-Man now, goddamn them
Strayed from the walk of God so I walk at the crack of dawn
With a baton, my back along with my cross, looking beyond
Been preposterous, got ya poppin', I honestly ain't Saddam
But I'm packin' bombs, singing songs with no option, I'm walking strong
Hoppin' from song to song like an opera, gotcha in awe
Man I'm honestly so exhausted like I fought in the octagon (blah)
Fuck it I'm knockin' y'all with the second I cross my arms
It's an honor to call you out! you ain't boppin' this, then be gone (BYE!)
I'm so tired of being the nice guy
I help so many being a nice guy
Every motherfuckin' day for a lifetime
I really do think twice why
I
I'm so tired of being the nice guy
I help so many being a nice guy
Every motherfuckin' day for a lifetime
But I'm still being a nice guy
I'm so tired of being the nice guy
I help so many being a nice guy
Every motherfuckin' day for a lifetime
I really do think twice why
I
I'm so tired of being the nice guy
I help so many being a nice guy
Every motherfuckin' day for a lifetime
But I'm still being a nice guy
Still being a nice guy
Still being a nice guy
Anyways, y'all get the point
But first of all, this has been another, uh-hum
Lalo Production
Alright now
I gotta work on other music, so
Get the fuck out of here, I'm done
Alright, BYE