Intro

[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 [Verse 1] I never had nuttin', had to work 24/7 on the curb Real talk life could have been worse In my free time, I'mma 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 cheque Seen niggas trap hard for the bread The other half might rob you, instead This 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 eighteen years, he was seventeen fam Been seven years, still scream "Free Madz" Life's been mad, but I stayed 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 arff 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 If I wanna, I could come and let it boi, boi, boy, like buh 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 Buss the door for the youts 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 Tag my whip for 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 lef' 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 [Outro] 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 [?] So, coming out of that and, yeah Now I'm just living free, I feel happier That's the best ever situation