Baby I'm not that guy,
They selling you them lies 
And all bullshit aside
They talking tough, then hide
That shit I don't cosign, 
Can't even coincide
Its better to stay in silence
Shots are heard then there's sirens
Crime rate is on the rise
But the money is still compiling 
I took my cut and smiled,
I spent a couple thou
Extend that glrrt with rounds 
I stretched that quarter pound
That gas I smoke is loud 
The glic I tote is loud
So please don't make a sound 
when the boydem come around 
Been tryna feed them mouths, 
I been broke for awhile
I need them dividends 
that's the difference here now
But I'ma take it from em 'fore I ask for handouts
Cradle in the creek, (south)
the West is stomping grounds
Prayer for the streets, 
The youths are running wild
Not how it used to be, 
Now all we box is rounds
when the labels want to speak
its atleast a hundred thou
My all is in this trap, 
Ima make the bag bounce
Baby I'm not that guy, 
you ain't bout a bag, bounce
Gotta double vaccum seal it, cuz the bag smells 
Gotta spend it to make it, it ain't hard to sell
Girl will friend you, and fake it, it ain't hard to tell
Free all the innocents that's waiting on trial
Gulity on all charge when they put me in a cell
But the lawyer beat the case like somebody rang the bell
Waiting on the pack like somebody sent a mail order
I'm a keep it with me, even when I get older
Been stuck in my ways baby but that stick longer
Investments are made for them that want to live longer 

Baby I'm not that guy 
quit thinking I'm the one
Im Mambo number five
You say you want a son
Just look up in the sky
They said that they're one
They not even number five
They not even number...five



















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