Lyrics Peakbo - Sneakbo, Political Peak

Peakbo

Brixton, baby
Lekaa Beats
Lived 24 years of my life and I’m still on my feet
People wanna see my dead in the streets
Brother get shot in my head, then to beg on my knees
I never sleep, I’ve been living the dream
Uh, woke up in the morning with a buff ting
Kissin' on my neck, hella touching
Makin' chciken soup with some dumpling
Caribbean spice got me on a fruit punch ting
Body petite
Take off her jeans
I wonderin' what’s underneath
She give me the P
I give her the D
Fam, I bet she can’t walk for a couple of weeks
Then I touch the streets, link the g’s
Live my life like it’s Christmas Eve
'Cause everyday nowadays celebrate
With the fam give presents and say my grace
Yo, I wake up everyday feeling blessed up
Lookin' out the window, shits messed up
Young kids out here gettin' cheffed up
Everybody’s feelin' like their next up
Two bitches chilling on the backseat
This week, I really had a mad week
Baby girl, I’m all you can eat
Put your legs on the table like an antique
Uh, I said talk to me darling
Holla at me when you wake up in the morning
FaceTime see a young nigga yawning
Pretty face have a young nigga falling
You better know you have to come when I’m callin'
See me at the traffic light, start stallin'
On my king-size bed, have you crawlin'
Nigga I’m all in, yeah I’m mawlin'
All in, pull out game strong for real
Last night, could’ve died 'cause she dressed to kill
Got the Henny plus weed, ain’t takin' no pills
I was active, it’s time to chill
Really living my life, life could’ve been nuts
So many opps, there’s too many to drop
Pray I never get shot by these filthy cops
The streets broke my heart, I can fall in love
Can’t fall in love
That’s foolish stuff
I would order stuff
Hit the feds at the ends and leave it all to us
We done came from the bottom, what’s a fool to us
She think she’s bad, but you’re really just a fool to us
She the funny boy ting, that ain’t cool to us
Street life was just liek a school to us
Living life everyday, I want it all for us
So what you sayin' to me, can’t we get this Peak?
Let’s get a mill stacked up like a Christmas tree
And the mansion keys plus a Mercedes
Right now, feel like I’m on 100 degrees
No rest, no sleep
Going hard all week
Bro, health is wealth, I’m soon done with weed
I never crushed a
You big man, fuck it, let me hit your ganja
Brixton, baby