That Guy Songtext
von Frisco

I′m not that guy but I'm that guy
I ain′t that guy but I'm that guy
We make it ring like a trapline
I'm outside yeah I′m outside
Sell out my friends I ain′t that guy
I buss my friends yeah I'm that guy
Sounds live when it′s pound signs
I'm outside yeah I′m outside

I can sleep good at night
You can't question my loyalty

Might see me outside spending racks
But I hold down my priorities

I ain′t that guy to go under
Me I jump out of the quicksand

I am that guy that will rise up something
If a nigga try diss man


I ain't that guy that will help you
And then scream out that I helped you
Cah when I see MCs I see food
I'm a chef I will de-shell you
I ain′t gotta tell you
Man know what it is though

I′m a big bro for your big bro
Even though I ain't as old as your big bro
How? Act like you know my ting bro

OK OK OK let me show level
You man are high but you don′t know level
I've been out here putting in work like a madman
Act like you know Fris I′m a known rebel
I walk with God I don't fear no devil
Big .45 full of corn and pebble
How you from T and you don′t know big man Skele
KC and big man Errol
Some won't get it but those that do
They know who the truth is

And if an MC's gotta go
Just show me where the booth is
I came through in something exclusive
It′s my house I will kill an MC
Just for being intrusive stupid
I′ve got the something I'll use it stupid


I′m not that guy but I'm that guy
I ain′t that guy but I'm that guy
We make it ring like a trapline
I′m outside yeah I'm outside
Sell out my friends I ain't that guy
I buss my friends yeah I′m that guy
Sounds live when it′s pound signs
I'm outside yeah I′m outside

I won't change myself for fame or wealth

I′d rather walk through hell till my trainers melt
That guy that'll baptise any bad guy
Within the flames I′ll dwell
I'm still the same old boy from Daggers
Got a little name but not that it matters
I still roll with the same patrol
Full of man are hard work
Just shotters and blaggers
Men get too big for their boots
And then they don't give a shit for their roots

Yes men are not hard to recruit
I′ll never turn my back on the troops
I′m a geezer I'm not a diva
Snake boys get bun like sativa
Go crawl on your belly elsewhere
Before you′re in need of a lot of healthcare

If you ever knew the heart you'd laugh
All these so-called gangster music stars
Are about as harmful as Bruno Mars
Can′t believe that you bite into the bars

And I ain't no mafia don
But I′ll let a few man know we're bagging 'ems on
Grown up I ain′t gotta brag in a song
Let ′em think I'm a nice guy tagging along

Cause I am what I am no more no less
Want a peaceful life no war no stress
That′s impossible though
There's always one little prick
Wanna put me to the test

I′m not that guy but I'm that guy
I ain′t that guy but I'm that guy
We make it ring like a trapline
I'm outside yeah I′m outside
Sell out my friends I ain′t that guy
I buss my friends yeah I'm that guy
Sounds live when it′s pound signs
I'm outside yeah I′m outside

Blud, I'm not that guy

I′m that guy
Ask me for anything won't bat an eye
Real bredrin in 3D life
Serious, not online
Link the mandem look man in the eye
Problem solver in good time
Blud, I'm not that guy

I′m that guy
Stone-cold sober end of the night
Clock when man are not moving right
Keep all the pagan youts inside
Bredrin′s way pull man to the side
Jump in the midnight tinted ride
Blud, I'm not that guy

I′m that guy
365 I was not online
If I say then I'm gonna do it in time
Give you my word yeah you can trust mine
Rudeboy if you don′t stand for something
You're a fool and your whole life is a lie
Blud, I′m not that guy