Letra de Close That Folder - Real Boston Richey

Mmm

For real

Goin' through so much pain, can't even hide all this shit

Done with that ho, so I drive test the bitch

Told the lil' bitch get the fuck out, I vibe checked the bitch (Thanks, Yakree)

You only fuckin' me, I don't lie check the bitch

They can't fuck with me, niggas ain't ridin' for this shit

R.I.P. BSlugga, he done died for this shit

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'd rather go run a nigga over

I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer

Ready to see me back on that block, out here trappin' that coca

Had to kick the trap, I'm in the studio trappin' my vocals

With a thick old bitch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa

Double R, no Range Rover

With the shit I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure

I know Rick watch my back just how Pluto, he got Zona

I be havin' nightmares from all them nights down on the corner

All the shit goin' in my head, I be ready to go in a coma

Read it's good or bad, I ain't trippin' 'cause all this shit exposure

They say the truth gon' stand and the fake gon' fall for anything

I'm married to the trap, only thing I'm missing is a wedding ring

Only thing I regret is the shit I said 'bout Teddy Pain

I see why he left the city 'cause this shit right here bring heavy pain

Everything I lost, I'ma double back for everything

These niggas can't be bought, I ain't fear this shit when I was trappin' 'caine

I ain't gotta prove no points, out here in the streets, got heavy stain

Every time I hit the club, stripper vouch, I made it rain

Way before I made a song, I was the one who had a name

Put in work 'bout all this shit, niggas know it ain't no game

Plenty L's that I done took, niggas know I ain't no lame

Niggas tryna box me out, niggas know how far I came

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'd rather go run a nigga over

I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer

Ready to see me back on that block, out here trappin' that coca

Had to kick the trap, I'm in the studio trappin' my vocals

With a thick old bitch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa

Double R, no Range Rover

With the shit I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure

Never seen so many street dudes take advice comin' from a cracker

Why these niggas tryin' me? Niggas know lil' B get active

Big homie say, "Don't tell your side of the story 'cause none of these niggas matter"

Being quiet made me look guilty, but this shit just made me madder

Real friends that I thought had my back, them niggas scattered, uh

Niggas told me don't entertain it, but niggas full of laughter, huh

Don't tell you what to do 'cause I see just what you rather

Ayy, Yachty told me, "Pain come with healing, so close that chapter"

I ain't never took a nigga down, niggas know that's a factor

I'm rappin' 'bout that shit I'm doin', nigga, I ain't no rapper

I'ma tell my niggas right or wrong just like a pastor

Told the crackers I stole that car, they switched my word, this shit a disaster

Sometimes I be askin' why I feel like the bad apple

This shit be heavy on my mind, shit be heavy on my bladder

That other nigga can't tell you shit I said, put him in a slammer

Forever standin' real nigga, you can double back and ask 'em

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'd rather go run a nigga over

I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer

Ready to see me back on that block, out here trappin' that coca

Had to kick the trap, I'm in the studio trappin' my vocals

With a thick old bitch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa

Double R, no Range Rover

With the shit I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure

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