UFO Fev - Mr. Nice Guy

[Song]

[Verse]
Soak the pain up
Flesh cools off in the rain
We done lost more
Than we probably ever will gain
And I never complained
Got nerve to think we the same
I speak to the flame
My wings lift my feet
Off these plains
Use my words in other ways
The kids know what I mean
Think you living like us
I show you what you ain't seen
Bodies floating up stream
Up the block
Another teen got shot
You just rapping
Chasing a dream
Type to type
Never find your way to the light
Quick to click up
I beat you playas up on the mic
It's Kimbo Slice
Left jabs followed by punchlines
You down now
Looking for 1 time
Send help
The SB's cost an arm and a leg
Major limb
& My paper think flying away
My mind speeds like a cigarette boat
Trafficking yay
You probably ran off on your plug
Mines paid
My uncle died
I cried just one of them days
Threw my shades on
And made me some plays
Cause the money don't stop
I was broke and afraid
And i imagine it the same
As you lay in your grave
Owe no man
Follow no path that was paved
My daughter be straight
And all my homies out getting paid
They wonder bout Fev
And everything I'm looking to say
Cause I'm a conduit
Perform like I'm running on straight car fluid
You feel what I'm saying
You put your heart to it

[Break]
Here for a bigger cause though
Ain't about..,
Ain't about what you looking at playboy
There's things bigger than that younamsaying
No more Mr.Nice Guy
We riding out

[Verse 2]
Ayo they heard about
The spanish speaking kid from the east
Who be rhyming like his mouth full of feet
Kicking shit
My poetry deep
You still struggle w a freestyle
My pen warms up
On a backstroke
For like 3 miles
See how
We ain't even flowing the same
Heard he talk
I don't give these cats my government name
It's UFO
High enough to be a government plane
Off the radar
This ain't for Complex or Fader
This is glass pipes
Being burned by your neighbors
I hear you preaching
Bout your woman and haters
But tell me something
That I don't know
Like is heaven a place
All my homies won't go
Real talk when I rap
Can save the dab
My dark cousin still waiting on cabs
My other one still waiting for his dad
Little bro got a job
And I'm glad
Cause I was about a week away
From tossing the little n*** a half
I walk thru Def Jam
With gas making sales to the staff
My homie on the side
Got some hard in his stash
Still stuck in the matrix
Basic like 5th grade math
Plus I put my whole foot in your ass
Don't blink
Your eyelids can tie my shoestrings
Dr. Martin Luther Fev
The way I do things
Your eyelids can tie my shoestrings
Dr. Martin Luther Fev
The way I do things

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