Not That Guy Lyrics - Grandeur - Apollo Brown

I knew this kid who stopped caring about his gear 

And wouldn't even try 

He don't wanna get fly 

Used to hit up Flight Club for rare Jordans to buy 

Now all he wanna do is get high 

It's sad, be in spots with no women, only the guys 

All that E and molly he tried 

He probably buy 

Never come around me talking bout you tryna get high 

I'm not the guy 

I don't do drugs 

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Straight edge, don't mess with loud and I hate reg 

It gives me headaches and makes me wanna go to bed 

I smoked Winstons and drank coffee, that's why I stayed incredulous 

Put them grams back, you know how jam-packed my schedule is 

I gotta have a quick mind strict with mine 

So what you offering might as well be strychnine 

Decline to take a pull so they calling me a punk 

On some Charles Bukowski shit, I'd rather be a drunk 

Brought brown liquor, and white 

That clear pour Georgie, like MC Lyte 

That's right, graduated to Ciroc 

'Bout to get knighted, call me sir, ock 

Gotta holler at my man from sir to send a box 

Product getting placement now, clothes being rocked 

Not white turning to tan 

I ain't tryna go out like your man 

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I knew this kid who stopped caring about his gear 

And wouldn't even try 

He don't wanna get fly 

Used to hit up Flight Club for rare Jordans to buy 

Now all he wanna do is get high 

It's sad, be in spots with no women, only the guys 

All that E and molly he tried 

He probably buy 

Never come around me talking bout you tryna get high 

I'm not the guy 

I don't do drugs 

I come in peace like fucking a hippy chick 

Smoke krills before you see me suck on a trippy sick 

Folder of beats is the only zit 

You want a verse from Droog, then it's gon' be grip 

My camp low up in that Lambo, bumping Luchini 

Follow that up with some Whodini 

You seen me out in St. Martin like the 95 rock with shawties in bikinis 

And we only [?] rocking beanies 

Only beanie we messed with was Sigel 

With young guns cleaning the baby Desert Eagle 

Had mad stashes in the State Prop' jacket 

[?] your old buddy couldn't hack it 

Now they looking at you like you the weird one 

When you don't burn, passing on your turn 

That drug shit's some corny shit to live by 

I'd rather sober up and go to DeVry 

I ain't tryna be the guy 

I knew this kid who stopped caring about his gear 

And wouldn't even try 

He don't wanna get fly 

Used to hit up Flight Club for rare Jordans to buy 

Now all he wanna do is get high 

It's sad, be in spots with no women, only the guys 

All that E and molly he tried 

He probably buy 

Never come around me talking bout you tryna get high 

I'm not the guy 

I don't do drugs