Sneakbo - Real Talk lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: 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 OG's I from a cold place I never ever knew good I'm with my whole crew f**ing up the neighbourhood And everyday we hustle tryna get this money right Everyday 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 bags on a ring just to show its real Baby girl you keep blushing tell me how you feel? I've 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 I'm tryna get my f**ing money and help n***as to move out And that's real sh** from a real dude I don't wanna hurt their feelings if this sounds rude I weren't a rapper how the hell did I get bare views 11 million in a year up on my Youtube F all the rest I'm rapping for bread I never knew it gets hard I ain't even slept I'm doing shows every night I'm meeting new skets Fam its only cos I'm Bo that they're giving me head Independant no label I'm getting my cheques Play hard and Jetskis the team I rep My dreamcatchers be grinding and changing their creps I'm gas gang windy Brickie till I f**ing dead I need to run away from this f**ed life Now I'm a star so many wanna be a dons wife Got they're bloody friends spying on my timeline And when she not around her friends even wanna gimme shine I've come a long way from plugging a buj When real G's like maggie was up in the hood I never saw u f**ing hoes so who you tryna boops? I'm only f**ing with them n***as like izzo and gooch A couple friends are hatin me too I see you fake n***as I ain't really happy with you While I was shooting vids you was on f**ing ya chick And now I'm 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 don't hear about your k**ing Looking at the stats and I can tell you that I'm winning So now I'm just chilling weed champagne spilling Moneys stacking up I'm tryna 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 will always give you cake if you was there when I was bleeding They say I changed I say I'm doing great Ever since I put my touch a bu*ton lyrics on the wave So now I'm hitting dance coz its bringing in the papes So please just rate cos there's no need to hate I'm in the charts I coulda been trapping in the trap With one young buck moving scatty with the cats But sh**s changed now I'm stacking off of rap And I'm ripping up shows getting a whole load of cash I'm back I'm never going back to the can Cos I'd 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 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 ere living till my brothers come back Its mad I'm always gonna go and see mags Mad HJJ and my brudda clicka dan Some innocent youngers 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 f** what they say I'm doing songs for the charts Don't compare me to these scallys coz I'm in a next cla** [Hook]