Nice Guy Gone

Nice Guy Gone

VERSE

No longer entertaining fuck shit

**** fuck our bond, I ain’t pulling up to functions

I rather fuck with

Myself

**** that’s masturbation

No longer giving passes to fake shit

I lane shift

Uuuuuuur

I swerve on em

I don’t give fuck bout a bridge, I burn all em

I match energy when I come through

So if you don’t like me, really you don’t like you

That’s a you problem

I hope that you solve em

Meanwhile, Batman be tryna solve all my riddles

I’m the Hip-Hops Riddler, no wonder why they question my green

I hope kids look up to West when I speak

Growing up I had no role models

I was looking up to **** that had mo bottles

That’s some Hood shit

You know them **** that be drunk on the block

I never sold crack, so I could never fumble the rock

No interception from feds, no NFL

A lot **** want me dead, but I wish em well

But fuck that, I’m tired of taking the high road

If you wish death on me, I turn into pyro

I got that Ether for **** thinking I’m weaker

I could pray for ya, but I’m far from a preacher

I ain’t a killer, but I could turn you to poltergeist

So tread light word to Walter White

I don’t give a fuck if you friend or family

You can turn foe if you violate

I would annihilate any bond if I ain’t safe

I’ll take anybody out like Stevie on blind dates

**** tryna play me, I ain’t even playing D

I see **** don’t really want Metta World Peace

Nope

They want Ron at the Garden

So when I start throwing blows, just ask Harden

Hmm

Who’s the true Gorilla

You ain’t a top shot dude, your crew shoot with with Miller

So just pace away

I’m Wardel and Klay fused ready to play

No blanks or strays

Better say your grace

This is Headshots

Bullets cum in rappers, you could get your bed rocked

I’m stinging **** like pythons or thorns

Aww man, that Nice Guy is Gone

HOOK

Born black, so candidly meant to fail

As long we got fiends, I’m garaunteed to sell

I could hustle a buyer

I’m usually Humble just like Taniyah

But tonight I feel the fire

I want Mercedes toys

But gotta move out Mama house, word to Baby Boy

Friends say they love you just to hurt Yvette

But I’m washing my hands clean like when germs meet death

Fake friends get rid of them, ain’t no need in dissing em

I’m cleaning out my closet just like I’m Eminem

The old me would’ve bite my tongue

Aww man, but that Nice Guy’s Gone

Aww man, man that Nice Guy’s Gone