No More

Look man I come from where the shots go off yeah
I’m used to that
Heres where them things get off and fiends use em now
Where they makin' that hardcore music at a square compared to a gangsta there’s
no Confusin that
Who is that, who was that, who was rapping with that ghetto sound I mean I should get Used to that
Tryin to change my ways but I’m so true to that
Paper I can’t help it I know what to do with that
But I do with that
I hope you die of penis inhalation