Real Talk Lyrics - Singles - Sneakbo

I remember being little Sneaks 

A little young G from the Brickie streets 

These 5 years got me running from the Police 

A young G I got respect from my OGs 

I from a cold place I never ever knew good 

Im with my whole crew fucking up the neighbourhood 

And everyday we hustle tryna get this money right 

Everyday Im living happy I dont wanna die 

So Im living right getting money spending mine 

when I know shes mine Im gonna get her what she really likes 

Couple bags on a ring just to show its real 

Babygirl u keep blushing tell me how you feel? 

Iv come a long way from the old days 

Everybody saying that they miss my old ways 

Fam they wanna see me banging for the south Im tryna get my fucking money and help niggas to move out 

And thats real shit from a real dude 

I dont wanna hurt their feelings if this sounds rude 

I werent a rapper how the hell did I get bare views 

11 million in a year up on my Youtube 

Killer Hip Hop UK 

F all the rest Im rapping for bread 

I never knew it gets hard I aint even slept 

Im doing shows every night Im meeting new skets 

Fam its only cos Im Bo that theyre giving me head 

Independant no label Im getting my cheques 

Play hard and Jetskis the team I rep 

My dreamcatchers be grinding and changing their creps 

Im gass gang windy Brickie till I fucking dead 

I need to run away from this fucked life 

Now Im a star so many wanna be a dons wife 

Got theyre bloody friends spying on my timeline 

And when she not around her friens even wnna gimme shine 

Ive come a long way from plugging a buj 

When real G,s like maggie was up in the hood 

I never saw u fucking hoes so who you tryna boops? 

Im only fucking with them niggas like izzo and gooch 

A couple friends are hating me too 

I see you fake n***** I aint really happy with you 

While I was shooting vids you was on fucking ya chick 

Now Im living leg you talking bout we was crud on the strip 

Bad boys rudeboys tell me how ya living 

Say your banging out and I dont hear about your killing 

Looking at the stats and I can tell you that Im winning 

So now Im just chilling weed champagne spilling 

Moneys stacking up Im tryna get it to the ceiling 

No drug money but Im gonna see a million 

Tapping different women I dont wanna have feelings 

I will always give u cake if you was there when I was bleeding 

They say I changed 

I say Im doing great 

Ever since I put my touch a button lyrics on the wave 

So now Im hitting dance cos its bringing in the papse 

So please just rate cos theres no need to hate 

Im in the charts I coulda been trapping in the trap 

With one young buck moving scatty with the cats 

But shits changed now Im stacking off of rap 

And Im ripping up shows getting a whole load of cash 

Im back Im never going back to the can 

Cos Id rather be low key stacking up my grands 

From 14 I never really had a plan 

But I had some real bruddas we was more than a gang 

I call my friends my bro or I call my friends my fam 

I got some real youngens doing life in the can 

For putting brothers down and all I gotta say is damn 

But Im out here living till my brothers come back 

Its mad 

Im always gonna go and see mags 

Mad HJJ and my brudda clicka dan 

Some innocent brothers doing birds its a shame 

And life goes on man I feel my brothers pain 

And this is just the start 

Been quiet been writing new bars 

Fuck what they say Im doing songs for the charts 

Dont compare me to these scallys cos Im in a next class 

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