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letra de belt - real boston richey

[intro]
(arctic beats)
yeah, n-gga, i’m forever the same n-gga, n-gga
no matter how hard this sh-t get for me, n-gga
i’m still on the same sh-t every day, n-gga (dxnte, you snapped on this one)
feel like, yeah, hmm
i get a kick out of all this sh-t with me, n-gga
mm, come on, yeah
yeah, ayy

[verse 1]
i feel like f-ck a n-gga, i ran this sh-t all by myself
yeah, i made a song called, “help me,” n-gga, but i don’t need no f-ckin’ help
i don’t take this sh-t for granted, my sister floor, i done slept
whole city, they vouch for me, i hit the projects and share my wеalth
youngin was super bad growin’ up, so many whoopings, mama left some wеlts
sh-t, i’m actin’ the way i’m actin’ ’cause all this bullsh-t i done felt
sh-t, i’m still mad at my cousin, made that lil’ promise you could’ve kept
i remember this sh-t like yesterday, n-gga them gave my cousin the belt
but it’s funny how this sh-t change, i done gave a n-gga the belt
n-gga done f-cked ’round, woke that savage up, came back through with a bigger belt
plus i got m’s on the floor these days, n-gga, it ain’t sh-t to get ’em swept
but i learnt one thing myself, n-gga, anybody can get the belt

[chorus]
i’m like d-mn, i miss my buz
i’m out on federal bond, them crackers say i’m trappin’ bubbs
forever, n-gga, i’m a thug, b-tch, i can’t give no ho no love
we don’t play around, n-gga, we got guns up in the club
you can front me work, i still won’t call that n-gga my plug
i put that on my mammy, n-gga, i’ma get that bag for cuz
gotta make it back to my son, you move wrong, we sendin’ slugs
i ain’t takin’ a n-gga serious, you only hyped up off them drugs
whole florida know i’ll whack somethin’, n-gga, i ain’t gotta have no mud
[verse 2]
i was a cool n-gga, but the streets done left me traumatized
we don’t call ’em homicides, n-gga, we call ’em mama cries
i been f-cked up in the head ever since my cousin died
i been f-cked up in the head ever since my b-tch ain’t ride
n-ggas that looked up to me, they got some fame, they think they poppin’ now
left me to myself, i don’t give no f-ck, n-gga, i’m still poppin’ out
every brand-new whip that hit the floor, n-gga, i’m gon’ cop it now
and just to show you i’m still gettin’ money, ain’t sh-t over here stoppin’ fire
they say they was ridin’ ’til the wheels fall off, but they ain’t got no f-ckin’ tires
n-ggas, they tried to ban me for thinkin’ i was gon’ lose my f-ckin’ mind
i was a real one, n-ggas did me dirty, they turned me f-ckin’ slime
i got them youngins out here slidin’

- real boston richey

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