Outro

Outro (片尾曲) - 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