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lirik lagu real boston richey – my image

[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)

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