Nice Guy

"Mhmm-mhmm-mhmm" "What?" "Hold the f*ck up" (Lalo-Lalo-Lalo Production!) Yeah, aye, yeah Let me catch my breath bro, hold up Hold up Now who the f*ck said that I can't rap (the f*ck) 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 F*CK) 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 f*ck 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, f*ck 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) F*ck 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 f*ck out of here, I'm done Alright, BYE