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