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giggs - end of season 2 lyrics

[intro]
let’s get this right
look, you know who it is
they don’t want me to go out quietly
so i’m coming out shooting
yes
let’s just call this, end of season 2

[verse]
hollow
you won’t stop me
i’m the best in the game, i’m the top league
i’m on top and bods wan fi knock me
right off of the top, so my spot’s free
i’m too hot g
i’m living this sh-t, that’s right, i shot b
n-gg-s like stop please
you’ve got the game all wrapped up, now where’s the lock’s key
top 3: me, c, swift
look, don’t watch me
f-ck me, n-gg-s in record shops right now wanna cop me
28 days in the trap and i’m p-ssed off
had an on top and i lost p’s
still my name’s on the map, get an atlas
you’ll spot me
on the paper chase
ard bodied’s out now, big deal i made a tape
that ain’t putting food in my house, never made me ate
f-ck that, get paper bait
hollowman, i’m a real n-gg- who
really busses his gun, ’cause not a lot of spitters do
really up in the slums, licking out a brick or two
but i’m kinda p-ssed right now, so i’m picking you
n-gg-s ain’t f-ing with me now
black bandana gang, pecky man squeeze out
and i can’t hear these n-gg-s sh-t
not one little bit
sorta like i took the red and white lead out
source magazine, i’d have a seven mic read-out
kyze on the strip, n-gg- pebble that b down
in the streets now, n-gg-s living on the rebound
you can either get beatdown or you be down
see now, n-gg-s got hollow upset on the beat now
i’ma eat clowns with my neat sound
motherf-ckers better leave town
when i squeeze down, on the trey-pound
clean your blood with a tea towel
i’m a big bad wolf, licking all you sheep down
and whoever wants the street’s crown better speak now
looking down like a tree’s owl
and n-body’s gonna be spared, gonna be ‘llowed
don’t be loud
if i lick the .45 off, you’ll see clouds
when my strap claps, and you’re laying on your back flat
it’s kinda mad that, you was looking to lick me down
tryna look fame, tryna look names
f-ck that, fam you look g-y
and hollow doesn’t give a f-ck, n-gg-s better step it up
kinda like sheek louch when wood came
n-gg-s wanna spit with hollowman but their book’s lame
rap’s kinda got taken over it’s a cook’s game
come in for a studio session on a good day, cool
come in on a bad day, get a took chain
look changed from the hard white and the buj cane
spen nearly got a heart attack when the buj came
look mate, i’m a crook mate, getting crooks papes
step in the crook’s garden through crook’s gate
walked up the crook pathway to the crook’s base
stepped in the crook traphouse where we cook base
put base into plastic then we look papes
vacate to the exit, to the crook race
look fake, and your handgun doesn’t look safe
look bait with your shook face, you should look brave
(uummm)

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