Giggs - Outro lyrics
[Giggs - Outro lyrics]
I 'member back when I used to get schooled
Talking bout when everyone I knew
Used to be cool
Running round brainless yeah we
Used to be fools grab a chain
Pawn shop had no use for the jewels
I knew what I wanted had no use for schools
I got kicked out of, had no use for the rules
Then all of a sudden I'm shooting at dudes
A nigga couldn't make slips
Of the stupidest move
Back when it used to be safe
I love Pecknarm guess I'm used to the place
Talking bout the trap yes I'm
Used to the race
Early morning bagging up in a
Room full of base
All for the love of the taste
They used to come and see me
And it used to be laced
Remember when a nigga used
To drink Hennessy chased
Now I'm so stressed my
Courvoisier's usually straight
A lot of devils in the game
But I move with the saints
There's nothing for a nigga to
Get your movement erased
You lose a nigga man you
Can't get that shooter replaced
Every way that you ever
Thought it usually ain't
Im looking outside and it's cold out
Thinking how much longer can i hold out
I've had enough and I've said
It out my own mouth
I guess it's in for the new
Throw the old out
Skeletons in nigga's closest let
The skulls out
I'm out here on my own nigga no doubt
But, if it's on niggas strap
It up and roll out
Christmas niggas wrapping up your whole house
I 'member back when it used to be hard
Old school days back when we used to be dawgs
Back when it used to be laughs
Bag of weed days back when
It used to be halves
But a nigga's gotta step up
And loosen the past i'm holding on too tight
Gotta loosen the grasp
Is he spitting real shit you'll stupid to ask
When fake niggas can't understand
And make stupid remarks
Some niggas even think dumber
Like moving to clark
Like hes ever portrayed that hes
A yute to be crossed
Niggas put faces on and get used to the mask
Then it's like they get confused
And lose where they are
Rolling with my yute in the car
Hes laughing while he holds a
Balloon in his arms
Thinking back to when I used to
Wipe poo off his arse
For him not to grow up like
Me i'll be schooling his arse
On the road to redemption
There's too many tasks
I'd like to tell my whole story
But there's too many parts
But anything you need to know all
You do is just ask
Show him guidance so he don't ruin his chance
Cos growing up got me thinking more wisely
Done a lot of silly shit
To piss of the almighty
So if I got to his heavenly gates
And I was standing outside do
You think he'll invite me?
All for a couple of pound
The big spliff in my mouth and
A cup of that brown
A 45 and a couple of rounds
To be the niggas well known
To make duppies in town
The street life has it's ups and it's downs
Even the craziest yute ain't as
Tough as he sounds
It's just that fear factor got
Him off of the ground
The last thing he heard that brudda scream
Now he's stuck with the sound
And you'll never forget that it happened
That's the way it goes down
Right from ghetto to Clapham
I can't lie I'm upset that's the pattern
That's why every track you hear
Is infected with passion
I accept the importance
Them mad streets where I
Stepped in them Jordans
Thats why every time I open
My eyes in the morning
I thank God just for blessing my organs
Talking bout when everyone I knew
Used to be cool
Running round brainless yeah we
Used to be fools grab a chain
Pawn shop had no use for the jewels
I knew what I wanted had no use for schools
I got kicked out of, had no use for the rules
Then all of a sudden I'm shooting at dudes
A nigga couldn't make slips
Of the stupidest move
Back when it used to be safe
I love Pecknarm guess I'm used to the place
Talking bout the trap yes I'm
Used to the race
Early morning bagging up in a
Room full of base
All for the love of the taste
They used to come and see me
And it used to be laced
Remember when a nigga used
To drink Hennessy chased
Now I'm so stressed my
Courvoisier's usually straight
A lot of devils in the game
But I move with the saints
There's nothing for a nigga to
Get your movement erased
You lose a nigga man you
Can't get that shooter replaced
Every way that you ever
Thought it usually ain't
Im looking outside and it's cold out
Thinking how much longer can i hold out
I've had enough and I've said
It out my own mouth
I guess it's in for the new
Throw the old out
Skeletons in nigga's closest let
The skulls out
I'm out here on my own nigga no doubt
But, if it's on niggas strap
It up and roll out
Christmas niggas wrapping up your whole house
I 'member back when it used to be hard
Old school days back when we used to be dawgs
Back when it used to be laughs
Bag of weed days back when
It used to be halves
But a nigga's gotta step up
And loosen the past i'm holding on too tight
Gotta loosen the grasp
Is he spitting real shit you'll stupid to ask
When fake niggas can't understand
And make stupid remarks
Some niggas even think dumber
Like moving to clark
Like hes ever portrayed that hes
A yute to be crossed
Niggas put faces on and get used to the mask
Then it's like they get confused
And lose where they are
Rolling with my yute in the car
Hes laughing while he holds a
Balloon in his arms
Thinking back to when I used to
Wipe poo off his arse
For him not to grow up like
Me i'll be schooling his arse
On the road to redemption
There's too many tasks
I'd like to tell my whole story
But there's too many parts
But anything you need to know all
You do is just ask
Show him guidance so he don't ruin his chance
Cos growing up got me thinking more wisely
Done a lot of silly shit
To piss of the almighty
So if I got to his heavenly gates
And I was standing outside do
You think he'll invite me?
All for a couple of pound
The big spliff in my mouth and
A cup of that brown
A 45 and a couple of rounds
To be the niggas well known
To make duppies in town
The street life has it's ups and it's downs
Even the craziest yute ain't as
Tough as he sounds
It's just that fear factor got
Him off of the ground
The last thing he heard that brudda scream
Now he's stuck with the sound
And you'll never forget that it happened
That's the way it goes down
Right from ghetto to Clapham
I can't lie I'm upset that's the pattern
That's why every track you hear
Is infected with passion
I accept the importance
Them mad streets where I
Stepped in them Jordans
Thats why every time I open
My eyes in the morning
I thank God just for blessing my organs