Intro - Sneakbo

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 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

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