See, where it is now
Where man is not on no one's dick or nothing
It's like we are being black hold in the game, you get me?
You don't wanna play my song on radio or television
It's nothing, you get me?
It's just when we make it, we're not going to no or nothing, init?
Giggs
Straight from the bottom of the compass
If you don't already know me, fam, this is Hollow man (man)
And you know I keep it thorough and (and)
These niggas ain't out here, but you can believe I am
That's why the scumbags follow man
So there's been a couple occasions where a nigga's had to swallow grams
Throw food, borrow grands
So I've gotta soothe my pain with a lot of gam
Nigga, I ain't no bitch (bitch)
We can have it out like Jolie and Brad Pitt in Mr and Mrs Smith (ooh)
'Cause I'm rolling with that stick
Five seconds, it can be over with that quick (over with that quick_
I'm aiming for your wig, so I'm hoping that that splits
If your chick talks shit, then I'm slapping up that bitch (jeez)
I'm erratic when I flip
So you don't wanna see me with a Mac and a fat clip, yeah
I'ma give it to 'em raw (raw), so fuck the industry
They won't let us in, we'll be kicking in the door (kicking in the door)
This is our game now, our turf now (fuck that)
We should be pissing on the floor
I'ma give it to 'em raw (raw), so fuck the industry
They won't let us in, we'll be kicking in the door (kicking in the door)
This is our game now, our turf now (fuck that)
We should be pissing on the floor
Creeping my brain
The reason why my shit's so hard is because I'm releasing my pain (yeah)
Snitches out there tryna weaken my game
In the police station, speaking my name
I'm tryna get that belly (belly)
You niggas ain't on paper, you're on chicken heads
Famalam forget that jezzy (get that)
Food's scarce, so I'm tryna stretch that coke
But when Papi hollers back, I'll tell him, "get that ready" (that's real talk)
I'ma beat the strip black and blue
The way that food's scarce, I've been slacking
I've got some catching up to do
Begging me for more, that's the kinda shit my rats'll do
Ask my clientele, I've got fantastic food
Niggas talk a lot of shit
I don't talk, I just bring the action through
So count your lucky stars, I'm in a happy mood
This ain't everyday shit, pussio, 'cause I ain't a happy dude
That's the reason why I don't do happy tunes
I'ma give it to 'em raw (raw), so fuck the industry
They won't let us in, we'll be kicking in the door (kicking in the door)
This is our game now, our turf now (fuck that)
We should be pissing on the floor
I'ma give it to 'em raw (raw), so fuck the industry
They won't let us in, we'll be kicking in the door (kicking in the door)
This is our game now, our turf now (fuck that)
We should be pissing on the floor
I come with immaculate shit
Niggas conversating like "Gig, I can't get over the crack that he spits"
Obviously, you get them dickheads just watching man's shit
I'll tell you what, find a chick and relax off my dick
Keep the whistle on the steel (steel)
Or I'll just send Carlton and Spen through
Nigga, they'll be pissing in your grill (grill)
You're running up and down with Pinocchio niggas
'Cause you look up on a star, and you're wishing they were real
These other rappers' shit's difficult to feel (feel)
They're saying it's their life, but I notice certain bits are from a film
I'm old school, nigga, while you was at home watching cartoons
I was hustling, licking me a till (that's real talk)
I've been through every damn thing
From the bottom of the barrel to doing the damn thing
They wanna lock us up like we're doing a bad thing
So them Trident dickheads plot on getting me back in