I'm That Guy - Ruslan

When I started out in my momma’s basement

Not a single soul was paying me any mind

High school bad grades, I was a patient and I thought 9th grade was a waste of

my time

Ball is life, my summer vacation

Had jump soles, they were one of a kind

Around a bunch of Crip dudes the only Caucasian in that location but they love

when I rhyme

Product of the environment that I always be in

Even though by bloodline be of Eastern European

Descent, even girls want to see him

I could ball, I could rap, I’m a fly human being

Everybody wanna be him

Everybody wanna, everybody wanna, everybody wanna act like I don’t fit in

Like I am not him like

Like I’m not on a more, carnival things like

No time to pretend like

I care what your friends like

I care what the ends like

I care for the insight

And how to entice my people not to escape

I’d been doing the same thing, I could trace it back to like 8

And I could be getting so caught up in the future, I’m like «wait»

Maybe I should be living more in the moment or maybe I should be more late

Maybe I’ll be more great, hey

My pants are tight, my shoes are clean

My hair is weird, I’m drinking tea

I like it green, little mate

My could be the next

Beleaf, Kendrick and I are now herbal life

I want to lose wait like even more

I don’t really know what the meals are for

Wish I could live off of the Word of life

Maybe I ain’t heard Him right

Yup, I’m that guy

Yup, I’m that guy

Who acknowledges my white privilege but frequently takes advantage of it

I’m just starting to understand it a bit

I’m the white guy who plays basketball better than acoustic guitar

Matter of fact I have no idea how to play the acoustic guitar

I’m that guy who hates hiking, camping and off-roading

But I love trail mix and granola

I’m the type of white guy who prefers Martin and Living Color over Friends and

How I Met Your Mother

And I’m still trying to figure out who Journey is

But I can’t get this Yung Thug song out of my head

I’m that guy who’d be crucified by backpack rappers for all the commercial

songs in my head

I’m the type of white guy who loves fried chicken as long as it’s gluten free,

organic and grass fed

I’m a hybrid who’s mutant free

Yup, I’m that guy

Yup, I’m that guy

Yup, I’m that guy

So I tend to sit in a unique spot

This ain’t hard, I gotta ease drop

Hands up, I never want to be dropped

I’m really hoping you get to meet God

I really hope that we get to speak more

I’m really hoping that I don’t become Eeyore

'Cuz life ain’t fair by the seashore

But I got me feet up at my leisure

They keep wanting to box me in with no oxygen

And that’s fine 'cause what ever they project on me, I’ll prolly become the

opposite, see

I’m that white guy that talks about police brutality on my timeline

Like, oh I’m sorry did I kill your vibe

At least your still alive

Is it okay if I share my mind

No really, is it okay if I share my mind then

The American dream for me may be my nightmare

Cash in on my white privilege

401k to the limit

Picture perfect family with 2.5 kids and so much debt I ain’t even paid the dog

off yet

Minimize living life with any risk for the sake of comfort food

30 hours of TV a week and Sunday’s filled with fantasy football leagues, my

Nubian wife may be out of your expectation for me, my

Mixed kids just made your brain explode, my

Black friends hurt my white credibility so you should be uncomfortable saying

black jokes in my presence