[Verse: Giggs]
Living in a cracked-out environment
Where n***as moving packs in varieties
Whatever I ask papi for
He knows he's gotta match my requirements
Straps will be firing
Next thing you'll hear batches of sirens
Every little n***a wants to rush
Get their stash out and buy a ting
Been in some f**ed up predicaments
Where some particulars had me up on some vigilance
These n***as went and f**ed with originals
I draw for the strap and left them f**ed up ridiculous
These n***as ain't seen what I have and
Nearly lost their life on the field 'cause their gat jammed
Clapped man, sh** got hectic and I backed man
f**ed up life that I'm living as a black man
Everybody rates Giggs
I could focus on rap but everybody makes hits
Nowadays everbody takes sniff
I want my stack tight like the dad from Everybody Hates Chris
Even though I'm from the flipping ghetto
When I go shopping I'm a picky fellow
That's why the stitching in the AJ's are flipping yellow
Then I go home, kick back
Blow dro, sip 'yac
Zone out, script wrap
Make a phone call, then I strip yats
And I ain't talking bout
I'm talking 'bout some look-a-like Halle Berry's
Plus a cognac's already ready
Fling a p**no on the screen of my heavy telly
[Outro: Giggs]
Christ
What kinda mixtape is this
I know bare n***as out there chatting sh**
Like they're on man's level on this rap ting
But obviously, man ain't making mixtapes like this
Where you don't have to skip sh**, you get me
I listen to these othese mixtapes out there, bare skippage
1 to 7 to 16! Trust me fam
But this is pure quality
Hollowman, Blade, we do this ting
Mixtapes in 2 weeks it's nothing
Cut that Saj