Lyrics
Ya gotta love it when your pain turns gain
Cop a little bit of fame and they're whisperin' ya name
Work ethic and a little bit of game
Now everybody wanna be the captain of the train
Fake friends lookin' at you through a snake lense see
They be actin' like their lifestyle may offend me
Little men hustlin' to make ends meet
While I'm ponderin' purchasin' a grey benz jeep
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more Mr. Nice Guy
Ooo ya steppin' to the chief of the squad now
Inches turn into miles when ya guards down
Karma, karma, karma bleeds when the suns down
Don't go lookin' for me when it comes round
Ya know that I came to ya saviour
All of the favours, gave ya a flavour
Claimin' the way that I paved ya
That's why when I see you all I get is sheepish behaviour
So go and claim my thunder, my wind
Ya no longer my friend, my brother, my kin
I'm an orca, you're food for my blubber my fin
That's the only way you're ever gettin' under my skin - boy
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more Mr. Nice Guy
Ooo ya steppin' to the chief of the squad now
Inches turn into miles when ya guards down
Karma, karma, karma bleeds when the suns down
Don't go lookin' for me when it comes round
Ooo ya steppin' to the chief of the squad now
Inches turn into miles when ya guards down
Karma, karma, karma bleeds when the suns down
Don't go lookin' for me
Funny how ya'll call round when it all falls down
Tail in between ya legs and a morepork frown
I don't really got the time for ya small talk now
Me and wifey tuxedo and a tall ball gown
Call me Shawn cos I'm on to the next one
God is a blessed one, options and then some
Mentor.. tell me which path is the best one
They better come armed with a bomb tryna test One
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more Mr. Nice Guy
Ooo ya steppin' to the chief of the squad now
Inches turn into miles when ya guards down
Karma, karma, karma bleeds when the suns down
Don't go lookin' for me when it comes round
Ooo ya steppin' to the chief of the squad now
Inches turn into miles when ya guards down
Karma, karma, karma bleeds when the suns down
Don't go lookin' for me..
Written by: Morate Halbert, Rhys Ruka
