I'm That Guy

I'm that motherfucking guy If you saying otherwise Then you need to check your eyes While you bump this shit on hundred in your ride Cloudy skies, rain or shine, they won't wonder whether I Was moving' mountains in my prime Ain't no question bout who I influence Never say I'm gonna try and do it Just say I'mma do it Do that shit then move on to the next until the climate ruined Love this shit until the day I die Don't ask if I'm into it If I meet my match then I'mma strike 'em with the lighter fluid Feel like Mike Tyson mixed with Sugar Ray and Tyson Fury Every battle that I ever have in life I'm fighting through it Bob and weave my way around the verses then I write hook Lines on college ruled was like the ropes I put my might into it Knock you out your mind So divine how I be writing to a Motherfucking beat brought by Brasco in his mama's Buick I been rhyming cool since ramen noodles as a college student Sayin watch my shoes since Lil Tunechi took that spot from Boosie Military blues so fly That's how I flew my father's coop And moved to LA Showed them goofies how the Carolina's hooping I stopped drinking wine and IPAs to finally find my groove I lost 100 pounds Now bitches asking me how I am doing Broke my foot I didn't miss a step I kept on striding through it Christmas time return to home a skinny boy in walking boot Got so much attention from these bitches I ain't talkin to em Not because I'm flexing Cause I'm nervous Being honest truly I flew back to LA Got introduced to all kinda groupies Forgot about my injury, I started hooping, I was stupid Tore my fucking ACL, that made it hell, but I endured it Doctor said that I could ride a bike I started grinding soon I lost another 10 pounds Safe to say I'm on the move I'm 18 months sober at the time I made this song for you But if I hit 230 I might drink again, go off the booze Just a little celebration Trust me I told Walter too That's my old addiction counselor Thinks it's an awesome move He knows I wanna learn moderation and be responsible Going to Atlanta doing shit I never thought I'd do Every W I took was nothing I was taught in school But now I'm feeling anxious with relationships I'm talkin to a broad or two and every interaction feels impossible But I just got another therapist so I can talk it through I'll conquer that just how I did with all my other obstacles A challenge or a problem don't exist that I can't solve And truth be told a single minute in my shoes Would probably slaughter you The oceans that I've parted and the valleys that I've walked into Would make an atheist lock his hands and pray to a god or two So I'mma give y'all amnesty, one day only, call a truce Cuz if you come at me I'll turn your home to Nagasaki 2 Somebody else'll rap over your verses that's the honest truth I'm Oppenheimer with the opps and hy- Turn up the volume Dru I'm Oppenheimer with the opps and hymens How I bomb the two And y'all are crying in your songs and whining I don't buy it you are talking awful mighty All inside that melancholy booth I'll turn your rhymes into some dots and hyphens on the island dude SOS Y'all would puke tryna take my style and use it Vile and putrid every verse I ever spit was toxic fumes I pay for all my beats and fuck 'em So I say to all producers If you wanna cop the Uno placement you're my prostitute Y'all on the noose I'm on the news for awful human contributions Plans are never falling through I got a new lease on life and saw it through So y'all can stop the bullshit Crossin me, a coffin's what you walk into A lofted crucifix atop the tallest synagogue Your noggin chopped in two And nodding off while I have a ménage a trois With a couple of prostitutes And they never get holidays off except for the Hannukah brah Cause they blowing my candle What the fuck are you talking about Ahh