Cam Groves - Mr. Nice Guy lyrics

[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