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real boston richey - my image lyrics

[intro]
check it out, uh
i just prayed
(section 8 just straight cooked this motherf+cker up)
keep prayin’, keep prayin’
i got leather boy (uh)
it’s either way, by the way
i’m trippin’, sometimes i leave the house without my pistol, know i’m slippin’
i’m prayed up, but that what make me different
n+gga make me mad, i pay a visit
i’m too rich to slide, so i’ma pay that ticket (and you better come on home for me, now)
uh, you too young to die, lil’ n+gga, you better listen
don’t think about that money, when you catch the plates, you better grip it
ain’t have no monеy growin’ up, so i be tippin’
even if it get hard, n+gga, i go hard, start to finish

[chorus]
rulе number one, don’t disrespect my pimpin’
the same n+ggas i help bossed up they life, try to stop my image
the same b+tches i went to pay they rent say i ain’t spend it
the feds made my knee broke when they took my freebandz pendant
they took my bubba pendant, they took my brother’s spinach
the same week, i was right back in the jeweler, straight spendin’
the same week them n+ggas tried, my youngers out here spinnin’
you know i started that goyard sh+t and rickie owens, n+gga, i’m trendin’
[verse 1]
the crackers steady hatin’ like sayin’ my car super tinted
i’m super turned, i pay two+hundred yards for a tennis
that twenty k, you stupid ass lil’ young n+ggas, y’all be trippin’
sh+t, i post a picture on ig with that sh+t on to f+ck they b+tches
(frrt, frrt) i don’t even slide through here, he ain’t got no switches
mhm, don’t even slide through here, he don’t even got no benjis
i’ll wipe a n+gga nose, get out my business
my tape drop, them n+ggas ain’t post my sh+t, that’s why i’m friendless
don’t ask me ’bout no n+ggas you don’t see me with, that ain’t my business
n+ggas envy a young n+gga, before the rap, i was out here gettin’ it
how you flop on yo’ lil’ n+gga, he ain’t even expose your feelings
but, it’s cool, still get fifty a show, this sh+t up to the ceilin’
i mean, it’s bool, come through in a coupe, pull up wit’ yo’ boo
grip a tool, i see n+ggas be watchin’, no, i ain’t no fool
pocket rocket, this ain’t no route, this off of trappin’, fool
pull out them blues, b+tch ain’t ice spice, but, i get up in that mood

[chorus]
rule number one, don’t disrespect my pimpin’
the same n+ggas i help bossed up they life, try to stop my image
the same b+tches i went to pay they rent say i ain’t spend it
the feds made my knee broke when they took my freebandz pendant
they took my bubba pendant, they took my brother’s spinach
the same week, i was right back in the jeweler, straight spendin’
the same week them n+ggas tried, my youngers out here spinnin’
you know i started that goyard sh+t and rickie owens, n+gga, i’m trendin’
[verse 2]
i watch when n+ggas try do u+turns
n+ggas watch you grind it up but still watch what you earn
we’ll scratch n+gga out like a b+tch went and got a new perm
years ago i said i wan’ double back, oh, b+tch, i’m too firm, it ain’t no u+turn
it ain’t no doublin’ back, run up several ms
i’m tryna double that, b+tch, don’t f+ck up the ten, n+gga
it ain’t no lovin’ that, once the n+ggas take it to ig, it ain’t no comin’ back
(section 8 just straight cooked this motherf+cker up)

[verse 3]
f+ck that, true to myself
i stay true to my b+tch
i stay true to my clique, i stay true to this sh+t
hoes wouldn’t f+ck me if i ain’t have no bag, i’m through with that b+tch
says she’ll love me if i ain’t have no bag, i see through the b+tch
sh+t, i’m through with that ho
i’m done lootin’ the folks
got the bubbas for eleven, got to trappin’ to choke
ugly b+tch think she finessin’, she be flexin’ the poor
real mean with the wrist, i can whip up some coke
splash that b+tch with some water, turn that sh+t to some dough
n+ggas be out here hatin’ and sh+t, so that pistol i tote
so that pistol i tote (ooh+ah+ah+ah)

- real boston richey lyrics

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