Outro - Giggs
Yeah yeah
Time up to be it
Listen
I 'member back
When I used to get schooled
Talking about 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 ni**a 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 about 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 ni**a 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 ni**a
To get your movement erased
You lose a ni**a man
You can't get that shooter replaced
Every way that you ever thought
It usually ain't
I'm 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 the ni**a's closest let the skulls out
I'm out here on my own ni**a 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 w**d days
Back when it used to be halves
But a ni**a's gotta step up and loosen the past
I'm holding on too tight gotta loosen the grasp
Is he spitting real sh*t 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 sh*t 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
Then mad streets
Where I stepped in them Jordans
That's why every time
I open my eyes in the morning
I thank God just for blessing my organs
