I'm That Guy
Light that joint and get so high
Looking up above as you kiss the sky
Getting off easy making a living
At the grind i'm going straight out my mind
I'm on time with a sick beat
In Logic Pro me and B bring that heat
If you come at me you're in big trouble
Checking out the ladies with the double bubble
And all the while you're cramping my style
Lay down an emcee like ceramic tile
You think you're slick with the flick of a bic
I'm just that white boy with the big brick dick
Calling all crazy and color me shady
Jack Torrance at the bar shouting out to Grady
Yeah shouting out to Grady!
Woah look out. here it comes
Listen all a y'all I got good intentions
Chilling like Edison with dope inventions
I'm that guy with a hat that's fly
Stay that way until the day that I die
I strike with lightning with execution
I'm like smoky when i'm always cruising
At the lake pad the record spins
Drink back east and then off to mickey Finns
Just dropped my girl like a bad habit
I love a rainy night with my man Eddie Rabbit
I'm not that old where I shat down my leg
But i'm not that young won't stand on kegs
I'm that guy i'm that guy
That's fly
I had a long day relaxing my mind
I'm on this dope beat i'm here to spit some rhymes
At the lake pad fine like wine bust a move
Shake that hot body with that seventies groove
I'm at the bar i'm hanging out with pistol Pete
That woman got so drunk now she's yakking in the back seat
Shine my light because I feel out of sight
I'm lifting a Benz on this hot summer night
I'm getting sky high with the ARS
808 beat beat screams with finesse
The sights the sounds with the rodeo clowns
Stay safe like a hermit feet on the ground
Now enjoy the summer
yeah you're think you're fucking cool
All decked out checked out by some tools
Oh no with the places that you go
Doing nose candy with the east coast hoes
I've been known to stalk a cat on the regular
I'm thick like cheddar skip trace because i'm better
Loose lips sink ships you got the gift of gab
A drug dealer stabbed in the back of the cab
Like tricky dicky when you turn that trick
I'll spit a sex rhyme when you make that porno flick
If I dressed in jewels it wouldn't be plated
I rock that gold while Stanley's x-rated
The good the bad these past few years
After laughter always comes tears
You get hit up you're lit up you checked out
Stay on this mic all night no doubt
Looking up above as you kiss the sky
Getting off easy making a living
At the grind i'm going straight out my mind
I'm on time with a sick beat
In Logic Pro me and B bring that heat
If you come at me you're in big trouble
Checking out the ladies with the double bubble
And all the while you're cramping my style
Lay down an emcee like ceramic tile
You think you're slick with the flick of a bic
I'm just that white boy with the big brick dick
Calling all crazy and color me shady
Jack Torrance at the bar shouting out to Grady
Yeah shouting out to Grady!
Woah look out. here it comes
Listen all a y'all I got good intentions
Chilling like Edison with dope inventions
I'm that guy with a hat that's fly
Stay that way until the day that I die
I strike with lightning with execution
I'm like smoky when i'm always cruising
At the lake pad the record spins
Drink back east and then off to mickey Finns
Just dropped my girl like a bad habit
I love a rainy night with my man Eddie Rabbit
I'm not that old where I shat down my leg
But i'm not that young won't stand on kegs
I'm that guy i'm that guy
That's fly
I had a long day relaxing my mind
I'm on this dope beat i'm here to spit some rhymes
At the lake pad fine like wine bust a move
Shake that hot body with that seventies groove
I'm at the bar i'm hanging out with pistol Pete
That woman got so drunk now she's yakking in the back seat
Shine my light because I feel out of sight
I'm lifting a Benz on this hot summer night
I'm getting sky high with the ARS
808 beat beat screams with finesse
The sights the sounds with the rodeo clowns
Stay safe like a hermit feet on the ground
Now enjoy the summer
yeah you're think you're fucking cool
All decked out checked out by some tools
Oh no with the places that you go
Doing nose candy with the east coast hoes
I've been known to stalk a cat on the regular
I'm thick like cheddar skip trace because i'm better
Loose lips sink ships you got the gift of gab
A drug dealer stabbed in the back of the cab
Like tricky dicky when you turn that trick
I'll spit a sex rhyme when you make that porno flick
If I dressed in jewels it wouldn't be plated
I rock that gold while Stanley's x-rated
The good the bad these past few years
After laughter always comes tears
You get hit up you're lit up you checked out
Stay on this mic all night no doubt
Credits
Writer(s): Jayson Prevost
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