Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - Giggs. Album song Landlord, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SN1
Song language: English
Intro |
| Looking at my troubled life |
| Thinking that the grass looks greener on the other side |
| And God knows that my mother tried |
| With me myself Hollowman, and my brother Grind |
| And I’m thinking 'bout the gutter times |
| Peanut butter jam, one bread, and a butter knife |
| That’s no fucking lie |
| Lost Big Lee, and I felt like my brother died |
| Some would say I’m a lucky guy |
| I’m 26 they thought I wouldn’t make it to 25 |
| And I know niggas hate, I’m a heavy guy |
| But if they wanna snake me I’ll take it to any heights |
| Take me on any ride |
| Got a full clip, there’s no space in my semi nine |
| And I’m impatient and very hyped |
| Putting them to sleep, motherfuckers say your beddy byes |
| And I’m racing to better my life, fam I set a time |
| I ain’t talking 'bout the bass with the treble type |
| Fam I’m talking 'bout the base that you pebble grind |
| God, don’t forsake me for getting mine |
| 'Cause I know I’m doing great in the devil’s eyes |
| This is blatantly petty crime |
| Throw me down a contract, let me get it signed |
| I’m caught up where the fat black hammers out |
| Pecknam, black bandana town |
| Slap that banger round |
| Clap that faggot down |
| I’m caught up where the fat black hammers out |
| Pecknam, black bandana town |
| Slap that banger round |
| Clap that faggot down |
| The pain in my head says that my life’s messed |
| I ain’t far from my death bed |
| Blade says as I lay down on my bedspread |
| Pestered by my lifestyle and my friend’s deaths |
| Feds locked everyone down, got no friends left |
| Carlton I had a breakdown from your twen' stretch |
| My end said nigga slow down from my head stress |
| I said yes, never slowed now need my head checked |
| Think back to the playground, only ten then |
| Ten years later spraying rounds on your end’s set |
| I then kept hearing loose talks, couple sent threats |
| My friends crept on the said pest soon as Spend said |
| The real shit that I lay down shows my end’s rep |
| The deep shit that I write down shows my pen’s depth |
| Wanna take it to the next step |
| I’m a street sweeper, get your ends swept |
| The feds dressed in the plain clothes where my set rests |
| The next step’s to get some info, where the tek’s kept |
| My best bet is to lay low so I rested |
| My head’s wet 'cause the hydro got molested |
| Promoters on the fed’s dick |
| Went and banned me from the show, they’re against it |
| But I sensed it, fucker showed the roads where my strength is |
| Made a new flow and I went sick |
| Nigga fuck the five-oh, little bent pricks |
| Bunch of fucking homos, and your stench whiffs |
| And the haters rolling round in their rent whips |
| Rolled up on me and I sent six |
| You won’t see me on some fence shit |
| Niggas know I’m straight 'nam when my strength kicks |
| And my ends is coming out of every other end’s lips |
| I’m in every mouth like a dentist |
| I’m caught up where the fat black hammers out |
| Pecknam, black bandana town |
| Slap that banger round |
| Clap that faggot down |
| I’m caught up where the fat black hammers out |
| Pecknam, black bandana town |
| Slap that banger round |
| Clap that faggot down |