[Verse 1: Guy Harrison]
It's mister Guy Harrison the paragon
Hairs a parallelogram
Roll a green mile long blunt
With Frank Darabont filmin
Looking like a Hillman grad young Cosby
Vibes all posi man
I'm the full monty you the quasi
Half a**in
Love feeling on the booty I'm an a**-a**in
Daydreaming of cash stacking
With the deposit slips til I'm at least kinda rich
With a peace sign sitting at the front of the whip
Mercedes merkin these beats I'm personally
A mild guy but I hate it when they jalepeno business
Survival of the fittest Bars Darwin
Wanna be fam first you gotta learn the jargon we target
Anyone in the lead I bleed and I sweat for this perfectionist
Mind the gap y'all all got a deficit
You catching this you catching up
Providing y'all a reference
In text citations vibrations from the messages
My phone blow up I'm stones so what
Ya judgements have no bearing on my life
Cause I ain't sharing it with you
Had a dream I woke up in a McLaren and it was new
No Bugatti just a new hottie that sitting in the coupe
Staging a coup, anti cubicle troops
All my lines single file
See em clinging to the style early back in 2010
3 years less than 20 then
All them girls going cuckoo for the cocoa skin
Smoke the sin
I exhale a prayer
Well aware I ain't perfect but my rhymes are
Man I don't rap I spit fine art