Fuck People

[Intro: Giggs]

Spare

Spare (Spare, Spare, Spare)

Giggs (Giggs)

All the way real shit

No punchlines

Boom production

Can't think of funny ones today

Life's not a fucking joke

Ahh, ahh

Spare, Spare

[Verse 1: Giggs]

Killers with the sticks (Sticks)

Move like gorillas in the mist

Spare nizzles giving grizzles up in this (Grizzles up in this)

I know a couple niggas won't be pitched (Pitched)

Well they can have a try (Try)

But my strally will be knocking them for six

It's-

[Intro: Giggs]

Real talk punchlines

Boom productions

Can't think of funny ones today

Life's not a fucking joke

Ahh, ahh, ahh

Spare, Spare

[Verse 1: Giggs]

Killers with the sticks (Sticks)

Move like gorillas in the mist

Spare nizzles giving grizzles up in this (Grizzles up in this)

I know a couple niggas won't be pitched (Pitched)

Well they can have a try (Try)

But my strally will be knocking 'em for six

It's like a nigga's married to the ends

'Cause one minute I'm out of it

Next thing I'm in the cabby with the skeng (Yeah)

Famalam I'm not gonna pretend (Nah)

'Cause when I got the strally in my hand

I'm like a savage for revenge (Savage for revenge)

It's like a vicious cycle

'Cause I say that I'm not on it, the next minute I'm back at it again (For real)

Emptying the strap a couple men

But trust me, that's the Yellow Brick road

Right back up in the pen (For real)

I'm fed up of this life (Life)

I blatantly just said it on the mic

Fed up of packing and fed up of the grind (Fed up of the grind)

And some women are devil's in disguise (Disguise)

I got a good woman so I never need a jezzy in my life

[Chorus: Kyze]

It's just another hard day on the grind

I had my share of fun but that's the last thing on my mind

My thoughts are for my family, I need them living nice

So fuck if people criticise on how I live my life

It's just another hard day on the grind

I had my share of fun but that's the last thing on my mind

My thoughts are for my family, I need them living nice

So fuck if people criticise on how I live my life

[Verse 2: Giggs]

Ahh

Film me when I spit (Spit)

A couple niggas ran up on a prick

'Cause they heard he spent a killing on these wrists

I heard these niggas ran in where he lived

And after they were done (Done)

They emptied out the strally in his ribs (Ribs)

It's [?] look (Look)

Trust me fam, they really got me shook

Plus a lot of niggas lives are getting took

Niggas I used to know are on the buj

And this is real talk (Talk)

Nigga I ain't reading you a book (Nah)

It's like I bloody been to hell and back (Back)

Everyday I hug my son, and wonder if I'm definitely coming back (For real)

Sometimes I have to sit him on my lap

And say I'm going work, I can't tell him I'm peddling the packs (Nah)

A lot of niggas fell out of the batch

Some went their own way

And some went in with meddling with crack

Majority of niggas caught a felon on their back

So if you think this thugs life's good, I'm telling you it's whack

[Chorus: Kyze]

It's just another hard day on the grind

I had my share of fun but that's the last thing on my mind

My thoughts are for my family, I need them living nice

So fuck if people criticise on how I live my life

It's just another hard day on the grind

I had my share of fun but that's the last thing on my mind

My thoughts are for my family, I need them living nice

So fuck if people criticise on how I live my life

[Verse 3: Giggs]

I'm tired of the hate, tired of niggas smiling in my face

When they really wanna run up on my face (Face)

That's why I keep a strally in my gates (Yeah)

And if you hear it, niggas dead, and you better know it wasn't a mistake (Wasn't a mistake)

I'm tired of the cats (Cats)

And feds always licking off our flats

Niggas snitching fam

I'm tired of the rats

I swear to God, when I find out who's snitching

I'ma fire me a mac

Fed up that my niggas in the bin

Now they lockdown Slums for spitting, he was a legendary king (Legendary)

I'm fed up of the poverty

And the way Tony Blair's having at my people like they're puppet on a spring

Sometimes I wanna let the metal spark (Spark)

But then I pray to God and ask him to keep the Devil out my heart

And shine his light on me when it's dark (Dark)

And ask him if there's space up there when I'm dead inna di park