Giggs - F Da Industry lyrics

[Verse 1] Straight from the bottom of the compa** If you don't already know me fam, this is Hollowman And you know I keep it thorough And, these n***as ain't out here but you can believe I am That's why the scumbags follow man So there's been a couple occasions where a n***a's had to swallow grams Throw food, borrow grands So I've gotta soothe my pain with a lot of gam n***a I ain't no b**h We can have it out like Jolie and Brad Pitt in Mr and Mrs Smith 'Cause I'm rolling with that stick 5 seconds, it can be over with that quick I'm aiming for your wig so I'm hoping that that splits If your chick talks sh** then I'm slapping up that b**h I'm erratic when I flip So you don't wanna see me with a Mac and a fat clip [Chorus] (x2) I'ma give it to 'em raw So f** the industry They won't let us in, we'll be kicking in the door This is our game now, our turf now We should be pissing on the floor [Verse 2] Creeping my brain The reason why my sh**'s so hard is because I'm releasing my pain Snitches out there tryna weaken my game In the police station speaking my name I'm tryna get that belly You n***as ain't on paper, you're on chickenheads Famalam forget that jezzy Food's scarce so I'm tryna stretch that coke But when papi hollers back I'll tell him "get that ready" I'ma beat the strip black and blue The way that food's scarce, I've been slapping yutes I've got some catching up to do Begging me for more, that's the kinda sh** my rats'll do Ask my clientelle, I've got fantastic food n***as talk a lot of sh** I don't talk, I just bring the action through So count your lucky stars I'm in a happy mood This ain't everyday sh**, p**yhole, 'cause I ain't a happy dude That's the reason why I don't do happy tunes [Chorus] I'ma give it to 'em raw So f** the industry They won't let us in, we'll be kicking in the door This is our game now, our turf now We should be pissing on the floor [Verse 3] I come with immaculate sh** n***as conversating like "Gig I can't get over the crack that he spits" Obviously you get them dickheads just watching man's sh** I'll tell you what, find a chick and relax off my dick Keep the whistle on the steel Or I'll just send Carlton and Spen through n***a they'll be pissing in your grill You're running up and down with Pinocchio n***as 'Cause you look up on a star and you're wishing they were real These other rappers' sh**'s difficult to feel They're saying it's their life but I notice certain bits are from a film I'm old school n***a Whilst you was at home watching cartoons I was hustling, licking me a till I've been through every damn thing From the bottom of the barrel to doing the damn thing They wanna lock us up like we're doing a bad thing So them Trident dickheads plot on getting me back in