Peakbo (feat. Political Peak)

Brixton, baby

Lived twenty four years of my life and I'm still on my feet

People wanna see me dead in the streets

Rather get shot in my head than to beg on my knees

I never sleep, I've been livin' a dream

Uh, woke up in the mornin' with a buff thing

Kissin' on my neck, hella touchin'

Makin' chicken soup with some dumplin'

Caribbean spice got me on a fruit punch thing

Body petite, take off her jeans, I'm want in on what's underneath

She give me the P, I give her the D

Fam, I bet she can't walk for a couple of weeks

Then I touch the streets, link the G's, live my life like it's Christmas Eve

'Cause everyday, nowadays, celebrate with the fam

Give presents and say my grace

Yo, wake up in the day feelin' blessed up

Lookin' out the window, shit's messed up

Young kids out here gettin' cheffed up

Everybody's feelin' like they're next up

Two bitches chillin' on the back seat

This week, I really had a mad week

Baby girl, I'm all you can eat

Put your legs on the table like an antique

Uh, I said talk to me darlin'

Or holla at me when you wake up in the mornin'

FaceTime, see a young **** yawnin'

Pretty face have a young **** fallin'

You better know, you have to come when I'm callin'

See me at the traffic light, start stallin'

On my king size bed, have you crawlin'

Look, I'm all in, yeah, I'm all in

All in, pull out game strong, for real

Last night coulda died 'cause she dressed to kill

Got the Henny plus weed, they ain't takin' no pills

I was active, it's time to chill

Really livin' my life 'cause life coulda been nuts

So many ops, there's too many to drop

Pray I never get shot by these filthy cops

The streets broke my heart, I can't fall in love

Can't fall in love, that's foolish stuff

I would order stuff that when I saw it in cuffs

Hit the feds at the ends and leave it all to us

We done came from the bottom, what's a fool to us?

You thinks you're bad, but you're really just a fool to us

You're the funny boy thing, that ain't cool to us

Street life, that was just like a school to us

Livin' life everyday, I want it all for us

So what you sayin' to me, can't we get this peak?

Let's get a mil' stacked up like a Christmas tree

And the mansion keys plus a Mercedes

Right now, I feel like I'm on a hundred degrees

No rest, no sleep, goin' hard all week

Bro, health is wealth, I'm soon done with weed

I never crushed a grade writin', nearly burned the seed

You big man, fuck it, let me hit your ganja, G

I want the bombaclot

Brixton, baby