Sneakbo - Real Talk lyrics

rate me

I remember being in the snoofs,

A little young g from the British streets

These 5 years got me running from the police

A young G I got respect from my old gees

I'm from a cold place I never ever knew God

I'm with my whole crew fucking up the neighborhood

And every day we hustle, trying to get this money right

Every day I'm living happy I don't wanna die

So I'm living right, getting money spending mine

When I know she's mine, I'm gonna get her what she really likes

Couple bangs on a ring, just to show it's real

Baby girl you keep blushing, tell me how you feel?

I've come a long way from the old days

Everybody saying that name is my old ways

... they wanna see me banging for the south

I'm trying to get my fucking money and help niggas to move out

And that's real shit from a real dude

I don't wanna hurt they feelings if this song's rude

I wanna rap, how the hell did I get bad views?

I love them ... put my youtube

F for the rest I'm rapping for bread

I never knew a guess hard that ain't even set

I'm doing shows every night, I'm million...

...only cause I'm bored that they giving me head

Independent, no label, I'm getting my checks

Play hard and jet skis, the team I rep

My dream catchers be grinding and changing their...

... till I fucking dead

I need to run away from this fucked life

Now I'ma start, so many wanna be a thug's wife

But they bloody friends smile on my lifetime

And when she's not around, her friends even wanna give me shine

I've come a long way from...

When real G's like Mikey was up in the ...

I never saw you fucking hoe so who you trying to...

I'm only fucking with niggas...

A couple of friends are here with me too

I see you fake niggas, I ain't really happy with you

While I was shooting vids, you was on fucking your chick

And now I'm living it you're talking bout...

Bad boy, rude boy, tell me how you living

You say you banging ... and I don't hear about your killings

Looking at the stops so I can tell you that I'm winning

So now I'm just chilling, weed, champagne spilling

Money stacking up, I'm trying to get it to the ceiling

No drug money but I'm gonna see a million

Tapping different women I don't wanna have feelings

And I always give you gig if you was there when I was bleeding

They say I've changed, I say I'm doing great

Ever since I've put my touch up ... lyrics on the wave

So now I'm hitting ... bringing in the ...

So please just rate cause there's no need to hate

I'm in the charts, I could have been trapping in the trap

With one young buck leave ...

But shit's changed, now I'm stacking up of racks

And I'm ripping up shows getting a hold of that cash

I'm back, I'm never going back to the can

Cause I'd rather be low key, stacking up my...

From...I never really had a plan

But I had some real brothers, we was more than a gang

I call my friend my bro... I call my friend my fam

I got some real youngers doing life in the can

For putting brothers down and all I gotta say is damn

But I'm out here living till my brothers come back

It's mine, I'm always gonna go and see Matt

My dear Jay Jay and my brother...

Some innocent youngers doing ...is a shame

A life goes on, man I feel my brother's pain...

And this is just a stop...

Fuck what they say I'm doing song for the charts

Don't compare me to these...cause I'm in the lex class, that's right.