Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - Sneakbo. Album song Brixton, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: jetskiwave
Song language: English
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 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 |