[Intro: Unknown]
The nice guy does whatever he can to avoid strong emotions. He is super anxious and his efforts to manage himself, others, and the world around him have him show up as an unreliable kiss-a**. Sadly, he is a guy without as spine stuck in the nice guy syndrome. "Mr. Nice Guy?"
[Verse 1: Cam Groves]
Yo, drop in my diss, got em' caught when they listen
Stop with the b**hin' I'm hot with the rhythm got a pot to piss in with a mop in the kitchen
Not in a prison never pop in a clippin' drop top never whippin' with the cops that I'm flipping
Off with the mother f**in' pac in the system
Hip hop pop and some rock in the mixing not gon' stop top notch with the writtens
Not with religion, often be sinnin'
Scotch when I'm sippin' while I'm talkin' to women
Live around hicks that talk kinda different where you can make a living off of lobster and fishing
Trot in the distance caught in my vision work awfully persistent while the clock keeps tickin'
In the studio with the laptop clickin'
Every time I spit it's a black op mission
[Hook: Cam Groves]
No more Mr. Nice Guy, ditch the bright vibe, switch to a misty night sky
I've worked long and I'm on a mission, now I'm looking at you all like you're competition
No more Mr. Nice Guy, ditch the bright vibe, switch to a misty night sky
I've worked long and I'm on a mission, now I'm looking at you all like you're competition
[Verse 2: Cam Groves]
Why does every rapper seem alike?
I mean Supreme hat, tight jeans, and Nikes
I got snapbacks and tees alike, but at least I got mine at a decent price, right?
No chain, no piece or ice, no finding any diamonds on my Jesus Christ
And I'm finer with the rhyming and my steez is nice, and I'm out for the cheese that don't please no mice
Never sold crack on the street at night, but I got a little weed if you need a slice
I put my fingers on the keys and proceed to type, and then charge the beat hard like a Visa swipe
The game is infested like fleas and lice, and I'm lookin' at MC's like they need advice
Like you should write a song that some people like, or just put down the mic and just cease at life
[Hook: Cam Groves]
No more Mr. Nice Guy, ditch the bright vibe, switch to a misty night sky
I've worked long and I'm on a mission, now I'm looking at you all like you're competition
No more Mr. Nice Guy, ditch the bright vibe, switch to a misty night sky
I've worked long and I'm on a mission, now I'm looking at you all like you're competition
[Verse 3: Cam Groves]
I had a little dream of me leanin' in a bimmer
Had it with the scene, my demeanor gettin' meaner
Messed the game up, pressure washer with the steamer, tamper with the hamper take em' all to the cleaners
Rappers thinking that I'm candy coated
I'm the man in the stands, got my fans devoted
Write another diss you ain't offendin' me dawg, you all can SD like a memory card
Give a f** what the penalties are, my raps leave your cap back like Kennedy's car
I'm never f**ing with the reggies got headies in jars
And the Remy and the Henny where the remedies are
Worked steadily hard to leave my enemies scarred
Sending adrenaline with pen in my bars
Friendly to many but I'm mentally hard, and the way you cats act is identity fraud
[Hook: Cam Groves]
No more Mr. Nice Guy, ditch the bright vibe, switch to a misty night sky
I've worked long and I'm on a mission, now I'm looking at you all like you're competition
No more Mr. Nice Guy, ditch the bright vibe, switch to a misty night sky
I've worked long and I'm on a mission, now I'm looking at you all like you're competition