Intro

It's good to see that Sneakbo is still makin' this mad stuff

So let's go into this, man

Just you wait

He, he, he, he kicked open some doors

No one could deny that, man

Like, what people do in this scene, people need to, like, recognize

Like, certain artists who's done stuff, opened doors for a lot of man

For a lot of man, like it's mad

I never had nothin', had to work

24/7 on a curb

Real talk, life could've been worse

In my free time, I'ma go church

Thank God for my life 'cause he saved me

I thank God for the things that he gave me

I been around the world, seen poverty

Seen friends kill friends for the money, G

Seen girls sell pussy for a cheque

Seen **** 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

Yeah, free my broski Madz

I'm pissed that he got bagged

Got 18 years, he was 17, 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 Ah Button' still got the whole place goin' mad

Fam, I just came back from the graveyard

Went to visit couple friends, now I'm pissed off

Head hot, friends drop when the lead pops

You ain't seen a body drop from a gunshot

Pussy **** ain't stepped on the opp block

Nowadays I drive past in my drop-top

Fuck bangin', lemme flex on these fuckboys

If I wanna, I could come and let it boi, boi, boi like buh!

Lemme show you the wave

I bang-bang and I still don't play

I'll slap corn in your boyfriend's face

If a **** ever thinks he can violate me

I'm Sneak-to-the-Bo, you dun know

I started rappin', now I'm shuttin' down shows

Bust the door for the youth from the roads

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, doin' life in pen

But I picked the mic up and put the gun away

I ain't really in the ends, I'm on a holiday

Reminiscing, got me thinkin' 'bout the old days

Prayin' for my ****, hope he's in a better place

Really had to put in work, I'm on the other side

Makin' **** run and duck when them shots fly

Grind hard from the winter to the summertime

Now I'm summer fly, rap got me livin' life

Good times, everything bless

Better move right or you get left

I got it locked from the South to the West

No time to be sittin' in jail, that's dead

So I work, work, work, no sleep at night

CD droppin', that's a dynamite

Fuck the other side, I ain't feelin' you guys

And where the money at, bitch, I ain't seen you guys

I'm from Brixton

Never been a victim

Kill or be killed in the 'ood, life's fuck in the 'ood, that's Brixton

I'm makin' my money, bro, just being outta the hood, outta trouble

That's the best thing that's happened in my life like

Where I'm comin' from, my life was... comin' out of that and, yeah

Now I'm just livin' free, I feel happier

That's, that's the best...