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Sneakbo
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Intro
Brixton, baby Brixton, baby Brixton, baby It's good to see that Sneakbo is still making this mad stuff So let's go into this right now Just you wait He kicked open some doors, no one can deny that man Like what people do in the scene, people need to, like, recognize Like certain artists whose done stuff, opened doors for a lot of man A lot of man Like it's mad Lekaa Beats
I never had nothin', had to work 24/7 on the curb Real talk life could have been worse In my free time, I'ma go church Thank God for my life, 'cause he saved me Thank God for the things that he gave me I've been around the world, seen poverty Seen friends kill friends for the money, g Seen girls sell pussy for a check Seen niggas trap hard for the bread The other half might rob you, instead The rap shit got me out of the ends My mama had two jobs, she's a g Just to make sure everyone eats So I hustle for my mum, no sleep Always with me when my life gets peak I got love for the streets, no love for my dad Free my broski Madz I'm pissed that he got bagged Got 18 years, he was 17 fam Been seven years, still scream 'Free Madz' Life's been mad, but I stay on track Still make racks off my old school tracks Touch a button, still got the whole place going mad Fam, I just came back from the graveyard Went to visit a couple friends, now I'm pissed off Head hot, friend drop when the lead pops You ain't seen nobody drop from a gunshot Pussy niggas ain't stepped on a opp block Nowadays, I drive past in my drop top Fuck bangin', let me flex on these fuck boys Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com If I wanna, I could come and let it boy, boy, boy Like boy! Let me show you the wave I bang bang, and I still don't play I'll slap corn in your boyfriend's face If a nigga ever thinks he can violate me I'm Sneak to the bo, ya done know I started rapping, now I'm shutting down shows Bust the door for the youth on the road But my lifestyle's mad, so I might not blow But fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck the feds They hate when they see me pullin' up in a Benz Pack my whip full of drugs and skengs They wanna see me locked up, doing life in pen But I pick the mic up and put the gun away I ain't really in the ends, I'm on a holiday Reminiscing got me thinking bout the old days Praying for my nigga, hope he's in a better place Really have to put in work, I'm on the other side Making niggas run and duck when the shots fly Grind hard from the winter to the summertime Now I'm summer fly, rap got me living life Good times everything bless Better move right or you get left I got it lock from the south to the west No time to be sitting in jail, that's dead So I work work work, no sleep at night CD dropping that's a dynamite Fuck the other side I ain't feelin' you guys I'm where the money at, bitch, I ain't seein' you guys I'm from Brixton, never been a victim Kill or be killed in the hood Life's fucked in the hood that's Brixton, bam
I'm making my mum proud Just being out of the hood, out of trouble That's the best thing that's happened in my life Like, where I'm coming from, my life was troublesome Coming out of that and yeah Now I'm just living free, I feel happy That's the best of best of all things
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