Outro Lyrics - Singles - Giggs

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 Pecknam 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 its 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 its 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 its 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 its 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 its ups and its 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 

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