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letra de close that folder - real boston richey

[intro]
mhm, for real
goin’ through so much pain, can’t even hide all this sh-t
done with that ho, so i dry test that b-tch
told the b-tch to get the f-ck out, i vibe-check the b-tch
(thanks, yakree)
you only f-ckin’ me, i don’t like to share, b-tch
they don’t f-ck with me, n-ggas ain’t ridin’ for this sh-t
r.i.p. bslugga, he done died for this sh-t

[chorus]
had to close those folders, i hit my knees and pray, ’cause i can’t lean on no shoulders
before they see my side, they rather go run a n-gga over
i keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer
ready to see me back on that block, i had trappin’ that coca’
had the kid to trap, i’m in thе studio, trappin’ my vocals
with a thick ol’ b-tch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa
double r, no range rovеr
with this sh-t i’m dealin’ with, it be hard to keep composure
[verse 1]
i know rick watch my back, just how pluto, he got zoned out
i be havin’ nightmares from all them nights down on that corner
all the sh-t goin’ in my head, i be ready to go in a coma
red is good, i ain’t trippin’ ’cause all this sh-t exposure
say the truth, gon’ stand me, and the fake gon’ fall for anything
i’m married to the trap, only thing i’m missin’ is a weddin’ ring
only thing i regret is the sh-t i said about teddy pain
i see why he left the city ’cause this sh-t right here bring heavy pain
everything i lost, i’ma double-back for everything
these n-ggas can’t be bought, i ain’t fear this sh-t when the trappin’ came
i ain’t got to prove no points, i hit in the streets, got heavy stains
everytime i hit the club, strippers dance, i made it rain
way before i made a song, i was the one who had a name
put in work ’bout all this sh-t, n-ggas know it ain’t no game
plenty ls that i done took, n-ggas know i ain’t no lame
n-ggas tryna box me out, n-ggas know how far i came

[chorus]
had to close those folders, i hit my knees and pray, ’cause i can’t lean on no shoulders
before they see my side, they rather go run a n-gga over
i keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer
ready to see me back on that block, i had trappin’ that coca’
had the kid to trap, i’m in the studio, trappin’ my vocals
with a thick ol’ b-tch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa
double r, no range rover
with this sh-t i’m dealin’ with, it be hard to keep composure
[verse 2]
never seen so many street dudes take advice, come from crack
why these n-ggas tryin’ me? n-ggas know lil b get active
big homie said, “don’t tell your side of the story ’cause none of these n-ggas matter”
ben cryin’ made me look guilty, but this sh-t just made me madder
real friends that i thought had my back, them n-ggas scatterin’
n-ggas told me don’t entertainin’ n-ggas, full of lather (huh)
don’t tell you what to do, ’cause i see just what you rather (ayy)
yachty told me, “pain come with hennesy,” so close that chapter
i ain’t never took a n-gga down, n-ggas know that’s a factor
i’m rappin’ ’bout that sh-t i’m doin’, n-gga, i ain’t no rapper
i’ma tell my n-ggas right or wrong, just like a pastor
told the crackers i stole that car, they switched my vert, this sh-t a disaster
sometimes, i be askin’, why i feel like the bad apple
this sh-t be heavy on my mind, sh-t be heavy on my bladder
that other n-gga can’t tell you sh-t i said, put him in a slammer
forever standin’ real n-gga, you can double-back and ask

- real boston richey

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