Real Talk 2 - Sneakbo

This life ain’t nice, so many niggas lost their life

We fight to survive but we’re living to die

On Valentine’s, Billy got shot in the chest

Murder blues, no clue, another brother that’s dead

I watch documentaries, I learn as much as I can

It’s kinda fucked how they locked up the Meridian Gang

Minor situation started over a car

But in the hood, small things end up being large

Like back in '07, shit started getting cracking

Everybody’s on it, even Neek started banging

Was a good yute, started chilling with the man and

The older dons tried to cop a chain and try and snap it

Little sneak nigga but today he will not have it

Forget about the chain, he’s coming back to do damage

Black helmet, black pen, black gloves

Tears in his eyes as he’s squeezing off the shots

Another man down, I remember that summer

I should’ve bun the next clown

Now the 's lockdown

That’s another man gone, what a waste, gotta make change now

You’re (BOOM) but who am I?

They will never listen

And I will never trust my opposition

He try take my life, I’m going prison

Like he tried kill me, it’s only right I get him

Smoke weed, I don’t take crack

I’m still a broke nigga, no Maybach

Innocent, boy, didn’t take Zac

So I still don’t know why they ain’t freed Mags

In the south, summertime’s too cold

I’m a young nigga, got me feeling old

21 and I’m coming for the throne

See, I’m coming from the bottom so it’s best that you know

I do it for the kids, I do it for my city

I do it for the kids that are growing up in Bricky

Tell em go school cause the road’s too sticky

I ain’t seen one gangbanger make a milli

So fuck all the hype right now, I’m laid back

Scheming, plotting, come up with a plan

I’m tryna be the man, I hope you understand

Without my family, I would not be where I am

Now I’ve got a couple grands, give some to my mum

Sister, man dem and my little one

And I’m still 21, look what I’ve become

You ain’t done shit, nigga, look what I’ve done

I’m Sneak to the Bo

Did it all on my own

Cause the roads ain’t nice, gotta pray when I leave

That I make it back home, niggas know