No more mister nice guy, yeah
They hanging on the lifeline, yeah
Steven doesn't like lies
Save them for your night time
But we dont have a night time, yeah
No more mister nice guy, yeah
They hanging on the lifeline, yeah
Steven doesnt like lies
Save them for your night time
But we dont have a night time, yeah
'Cause business never sleep
Yeah I ain't eaten in a week
But I just need a little piece
The contradictions how I'm starving just so I can get my keep
This a new disease
Thriving on the hate just like I'm learning how to breathe
Grew up section 8 and now I'm in the section 3
Just tryna live to something great and get a crib out overseas
Take my jetski to the lake and show my daughter better things
I was good yo
What happens when they down a good soul
Know you should go
When the time comes
Put a foot forward
I'm a time bomb, know I will blow Got the Mic strong, and some good flows
And let bygones, be the good bros
You can bet on it
Put the paper in my hand you can stress on it
I been shiftin' vocal plates like it's tectonic
They be rollin' red carpets out, I step on it
No more mister nice guy, yeah
They hanging on the lifeline, yeah
Steven doesnt like lies
Save them for your night time
But we dont have a night time, yeah
No more mister nice guy, yeah
They hanging on the lifeline, yeah
Steven doesnt like lies
Save them for your night time
But we dont have a night time, yeah
I was nice for like a lifetime, and I'm still nice with it
You be like Kid'N'Play or Vanilla Ice with it
Not saying that it ain't good
I'm just saying shit dated
How you claiming goods when you living on the pavement
You ain't even got a place in mind
A microphone, a stage that take your rhymes
I take my thrown one day at a time
And straight ignore their stupid comments while they say some biased ass shit that aint hardly even take no time to write
Well thats a fickle sight
A bitch can make a lot of nickles if she tickle right
A little bit to whistle, itll prick a brittle mind
I fiddle little bit but rather stick a middle rhyme
A fix to seal my time
I will consider every beat and means necessary
Ima shove it in your face concealed weapons carry
I type some shit up don't press send because the convos never end and my anxiety dont blend just like the message scary
Mr. Nice Guy Video (MV)
Performed By: SteveeHutch
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Brodie Richardson, Steven Hutchason
SteveeHutch - Mr. Nice Guy Lyrics
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English
No more mister nice guy, yeah
They hanging on the lifeline, yeah
Steven doesn't like lies
Save them for your night time
But we dont have a night time, yeah
No more mister nice guy, yeah
They hanging on the lifeline, yeah
Steven doesnt like lies
Save them for your night time
But we dont have a night time, yeah
'Cause business never sleep
Yeah I ain't eaten in a week
But I just need a little piece
The contradictions how I'm starving just so I can get my keep
This a new disease
Thriving on the hate just like I'm learning how to breathe
Grew up section 8 and now I'm in the section 3
Just tryna live to something great and get a crib out overseas
Take my jetski to the lake and show my daughter better things
I was good yo
What happens when they down a good soul
Know you should go
When the time comes
Put a foot forward
I'm a time bomb, know I will blow Got the Mic strong, and some good flows
And let bygones, be the good bros
You can bet on it
Put the paper in my hand you can stress on it
I been shiftin' vocal plates like it's tectonic
They be rollin' red carpets out, I step on it
No more mister nice guy, yeah
They hanging on the lifeline, yeah
Steven doesnt like lies
Save them for your night time
But we dont have a night time, yeah
No more mister nice guy, yeah
They hanging on the lifeline, yeah
Steven doesnt like lies
Save them for your night time
But we dont have a night time, yeah
I was nice for like a lifetime, and I'm still nice with it
You be like Kid'N'Play or Vanilla Ice with it
Not saying that it ain't good
I'm just saying shit dated
How you claiming goods when you living on the pavement
You ain't even got a place in mind
A microphone, a stage that take your rhymes
I take my thrown one day at a time
And straight ignore their stupid comments while they say some biased ass shit that aint hardly even take no time to write
Well thats a fickle sight
A bitch can make a lot of nickles if she tickle right
A little bit to whistle, itll prick a brittle mind
I fiddle little bit but rather stick a middle rhyme
A fix to seal my time
I will consider every beat and means necessary
Ima shove it in your face concealed weapons carry
I type some shit up don't press send because the convos never end and my anxiety dont blend just like the message scary
They hanging on the lifeline, yeah
Steven doesn't like lies
Save them for your night time
But we dont have a night time, yeah
No more mister nice guy, yeah
They hanging on the lifeline, yeah
Steven doesnt like lies
Save them for your night time
But we dont have a night time, yeah
'Cause business never sleep
Yeah I ain't eaten in a week
But I just need a little piece
The contradictions how I'm starving just so I can get my keep
This a new disease
Thriving on the hate just like I'm learning how to breathe
Grew up section 8 and now I'm in the section 3
Just tryna live to something great and get a crib out overseas
Take my jetski to the lake and show my daughter better things
I was good yo
What happens when they down a good soul
Know you should go
When the time comes
Put a foot forward
I'm a time bomb, know I will blow Got the Mic strong, and some good flows
And let bygones, be the good bros
You can bet on it
Put the paper in my hand you can stress on it
I been shiftin' vocal plates like it's tectonic
They be rollin' red carpets out, I step on it
No more mister nice guy, yeah
They hanging on the lifeline, yeah
Steven doesnt like lies
Save them for your night time
But we dont have a night time, yeah
No more mister nice guy, yeah
They hanging on the lifeline, yeah
Steven doesnt like lies
Save them for your night time
But we dont have a night time, yeah
I was nice for like a lifetime, and I'm still nice with it
You be like Kid'N'Play or Vanilla Ice with it
Not saying that it ain't good
I'm just saying shit dated
How you claiming goods when you living on the pavement
You ain't even got a place in mind
A microphone, a stage that take your rhymes
I take my thrown one day at a time
And straight ignore their stupid comments while they say some biased ass shit that aint hardly even take no time to write
Well thats a fickle sight
A bitch can make a lot of nickles if she tickle right
A little bit to whistle, itll prick a brittle mind
I fiddle little bit but rather stick a middle rhyme
A fix to seal my time
I will consider every beat and means necessary
Ima shove it in your face concealed weapons carry
I type some shit up don't press send because the convos never end and my anxiety dont blend just like the message scary
Writer: Brodie Richardson, Steven Hutchason
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