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real boston richey - belt lyrics

[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 lyrics

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