Mr Nice Guy

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Zoocci] I tried to be a nice guy Niggas locked me outside Now a nigga on fire Catch a body on site These niggas wanna fight I was working every night Now I'm flying like a kite Wind blowing all the time Had to get shit right You gon blow up, right That's what they all say You niggas really love fame I just wanna tell a story Getting money mandatory Whole family praying for me So every day hunkie dorey I ain't never gon miss My whole team feeling safe I grew up like this I ain't never outta place Daddy proud in the coffin Mama famous at the office All the haters wonder how come I'm doing numbers like a boffin My girl know she got a winner Stake with the sauce for dinner I'm making the moves I'm getting the cash and no I ain't no beginner IPhone on silent, oh it's you niggas phoning Long day, light a stogie The fake ones call me homey My mama said go make a living I'm making a killing I'm smoking and switching Flexing my system, oh what a feeling You niggas are mad They hate on the man I got a plan I came in the game to do what I can [Hook] Try keep me from the money (nice try, nice try) I was playing with these niggas (no more mr nice guy) Finna so well connected (WiFi WiFi) The game is mine for the taking (all mine, all mine) They try keep me from the money Nice try nice try I was playing with these niggas No more Mr Nice Guy Finna so well connected (WiFi WiFi) The game is mine for the taking All mine, all mine [Verse 2: Kid X] No more Mr Nice Guy, Mr Nice Guy 'Cause that don't put no gas up in my tank All these girls want Is a nice time, is a nice time And a nigga that's gon blow the bank Orangegrove Tee, back in the swing of things Back in the moment Searching for thrills and all the simple things I swithc between my index and m middle finger Couple black stones all on my pinky ring I'm not just blowing smoke and mirrors I'm hella spicy, left them over bitter Since I met your wifey, gave her pipe And now she hikey hope I won't forget her On the road to riches Tell me, what's a bit of traffic Send a text, tell my mama won't be home for diner Got my pen up working on a dream to build a mansion Out here painting pictures so vivid, they don't need a caption Am a rockstar, jeans and denim jacket That's got J on the back of it Rap life but it's like I got Rockerfeller backing me But you ain't seen the half of it No more Mr Nice Guy, put you in the back Zip it up, take a piss before I hop back in the bag I mean You in a better place Somehow I'm who you'd rather be [Hook]