SNEAKBO feat STICKZ | I Used To Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

[Intro]

Nine fuckin’ lives

I stand cool now, you need to chill out and get myself right

This what I always do, I always try to come out, help the man, and do this, do that

In that time, when I’m in, I get hot

I ain’t gon’ jail, fuck that, that’s dead

I wanna live

I wanna live, I wanna see life

All my twenties up in jail, fam

Imagine all my twenties, I was in jail

I used to waste time on opps

I use to rise up that .9 or Glock

I circle man’s block and beat off shots

I’m aimin’ on-point, yeah, broski got touched

He’s like, “Sneakbo’s a real G though, innit?”

Why you think that?

‘Cause he’s real, man

Lekaa Beats

[Chorus: Sneakbo]

I used to waste time on opps

I use to rise up that .9 or Glock

I circle man’s block and beat off shots

I’m aimin’ on-point, your broski got touched

I used to spend time in cunch

I’m in the trap house tryna flip that grub

I got my mask on tryna rob that plug

I tek weh man’s cash and tek weh man’s stuff

[Verse 1: Sneakbo]

I lacked and got stabbed by opps

My broski stepped out and turnt man off

They talk but they ain’t on job

Fam when the G’s ride, leave them man rubbed

Give out the smoke, bust man’s gun

Bring out the smoke, somebody gon’ get bun

I love to see them man run

I love to see man try run and get tu’n (Skrrt)

I used to waste time in jail

I used to sit back and pray for bail

I used to not write no girls

I used to bust heads with friends in cells

I used to love road so much

I’m on the block, yeah, ’til the sun came up

The beef was on, K got his gun game up

The feds were on man, couple man still gone

[Chorus: Sneakbo]

I used to waste time on opps

I use to rise up that .9 or Glock

I circle man’s block and beat off shots

I’m aimin’ on-point, your broski got touched

I used to spend time in cunch

I’m in the trap house tryna flip that grub

I got my mask on tryna rob that plug

I tek weh man’s cash and tek weh man’s stuff

[Verse 2: Stickz]

Point me to the drama

Yes, I’m the one move Gully and Gaza

In the drill ting, I am the master

King or the father, whatever you rather

Didn’t get my man I was after

Then I came right back ’round like karma

I’ll put my man through trauma

He’s talkin’ bare ’til I spill man’s lager

He’s due for a slaughter

Said he moves weight but the’s still on a quarter

I’ll leave my man in the corner

Now he’s like weed from California

I was in Kent, I was in Bristol

Dishin’ out dirty dubs and crystal

Show you a trick, switch hands with a pistol

Got a revolver, resolvin’ the issue

It’s a sad ting

See man wounded bad from a hand ting

Give him the five up down when I’m shankin’

This ain’t a rampin’ shop for your rampin’

The three-door GB’s crampin’

We do drills, drops and campin’

Butter man’s toast, I don’t know ’bout jammin’

I’m there with Shannon, it’s nothin’ but slammin’

Why she wanna ride it

As soon as I open my eyelids?

And this bad B come like a ding-dong

Bit rusty and got some mileage

Yeah, I’m done with the talkin’

If you want beef, go and put some heart in

Yeah, the opps are jarrin’

They soon catch chilli con carnin’

[Chorus: Sneakbo]

I used to waste time on opps

I use to rise up that .9 or Glock

I circle man’s block and beat off shots

I’m aimin’ on-point, your broski got touched

I used to spend time in cunch

I’m in the trap house tryna flip that grub

I got my mask on tryna rob that plug

I tek weh man’s cash and tek weh man’s stuff

I used to waste time on opps

I use to rise up that .9 or Glock

I circle man’s block and beat off shots

I’m aimin’ on-point, your broski got touched

I used to spend time in cunch

I’m in the trap house tryna flip that grub

I got my mask on tryna rob that plug

I tek weh man’s cash and tek weh man’s stuff

[Outro]

I’m like yeah, the old G’s, innit

And then yeah

But think about it though, Sneakbo got far though, innit

Comin’ out of the hood, innit, I’m like come on, innit

He’s like, he’s like, “Sneakbo’s a real G though, innit”

I’m like, I’m like, “Why you think that?”

‘Cause he’s real man, you can’t say ‘why do you think that?’

Feel me? ‘Cause it’s like, he’s real innit

Come on, like obviously he’s done a lot of shit from comin’ up Brixton, you feel me?

He’s what establishes us out there