Straight from the bottom of the compass If you don’t already know me fam, this is Hollowman And you know I keep it thorough And, these niggas 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 nigga’s had to swallow grams Throw food, borrow grands So I’ve gotta soothe my pain with a lot of gam Nigga I ain’t no bitch 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 shit then I’m slapping up that bitch I’m erratic when I flip So you don’t wanna see me with a Mac and a fat clip
I’ma give it to ’em raw So fuck 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
I’ma give it to ’em raw So fuck 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
Creeping my brain The reason why my shit’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 niggas 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 slacking I’ve got some catching up to do Begging me for more, that’s the kinda shit my rats’ll do Ask my clientelle, I’ve got fantastic food Niggas talk a lot of shit 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 shit, pussyhole, ’cause I ain’t a happy dude That’s the reason why I don’t do happy tunes
I’ma give it to ’em raw So fuck 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
I come with immaculate shit Niggas conversating like “Gig I can’t get over the crack that he spits” Obviously you get them dickheads just watching man’s shit 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 Nigga they’ll be pissing in your grill You’re running up and down with Pinocchio niggas ‘Cause you look up on a star and you’re wishing they were real These other rappers’ shit’s difficult to feel They’re saying it’s their life but I notice certain bits are from a film I’m old school nigga 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