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lirik lagu real boston richey – close that folder

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[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

[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


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