Real Talk

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