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letra de intro - sneakbo

[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 k!ll friends for the money, g
seen girls sell p-ssy for a cheque
seen n-ggas trap hard for the bread
the other half might rob you, instead
this rap sh-t 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 p-ssed 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 b-tton, still got the whole place going mad
fam, i just came back from the graveyard
went to visit a couple friends, now i’m p-ssed arff
head hot, friend drop when the lead pops
you ain’t seen n0body drop from a gunshot
p-ssy n-ggas ain’t stepped on a opp-block
nowadays, i drive past in my drop top
f-ck bangin’, let me flex on these f-ck 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 n-gga 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 f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck 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 n-gga, hope he’s in a better place
really have to put in work, i’m on the other side
making n-ggas 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
f-ck the other side i ain’t feelin’ you guys
i’m where the money at, b-tch, i ain’t seein’ you guys
i’m from brixton, never been a victim
k!ll or be k!lled in the hood
life’s f-cked 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

- sneakbo

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