Letra de P.A.D (Pistols At Dawn) - Giggs

(Feat. Potter Payper)

Not anyone can measure my success

All the vision I possess

I'm possessed, I'm obsessed

I detest

Money make them love you more

That don't mean they hate you less

They pay for my arrest

Might unrest

For the set, I'm doing super sets

Snitchin' nah we shoot for less

Make your family move address

I'm still in the neighbourhood

This AP face got blue baguettes

My Rolex’s face is ruby red

I come from the mud but still somehow I just ooze success

Custom Cuban links and umbrellas in my drinks

Nanny used to wash my boxes in the sink

What'd you think?

I got money now, why let em live?

I don't know, I don't love her

But I got a couple tracksuits at her crib

I ain't trying to be the person taking way more than I give

In your life, you can't double cross me twice

In your life

You won't live to tell the story I put lives, on the line

Every time I said

Life's on the line, every time

Smoking rapper weed ridin' around London with my pistol

Touch me and not find out 'bout my killers that was wishful

Every day out, before I leave it's like a ritual

Heard they slammed him out, I heard they did that boy abysmal

Show me to the doe I'm diving in, just like a swimming pool

Women think I'm charming but I'm really so despicable

I was raised by nanny in the trenches, I ain't typical

In the car on phone just keep the talking to a minimal

Yeah, ahh

Straight conceited, I completed every obstacle but they just cheated

They so greedy, they just try to take my cake and eat it

I'm like take it or just leave it but, they just need it

Yeah, I'd really love to meet him but I stay competing

They was heavy on them numbers but, they depleted

If it's under couple million, I can't take the meeting (Nah)

Got a hold of all his details and I'm made him beatin'

Yeah, say good evening

Watchin' for them agents

Niggas hate, yeah we got the game outrageous (Outrageous)

That explains us

I keep my bitches private, fuck the pictures

I could make her famous, so persuasive

She used to be my favourite

Parted ways but we just couldn't sustain it (Yeah)

That was cool, now I'm different, not just saying it

If she calls, just my entertain it, that's entertainment (Jeez)

In love with the creator

This that estate shit

It made me a narrator

You're wide awake, 'cause you played with Potter's paper

Life's a bitch, but that dodgy nigga snaked her

He's a traitor

I said I had thoughts about my man

You should've just dealt with that my way (My way)

He only just dissed me last weekend (Weekend)

My niggas just stamped him out Friday

In that vicinity

Hundred soldiers, they kicked him up infinity

It's a chess game, and you just threw your king at me

I'm too grown, niggas ain't in my proximity (Jeez)

He went and did it again, didn't he? (Didn't he?)

Idiots, that's liberties

All that verbal abuse, they threw shit at me

And Hollow came with them boots, you ain't kicking me

Just get at me (Ahh)

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