Letra de My Image - Real Boston Richey

Turn it up, uh

I just prayed (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)

Keep prayin', keep prayin'

I got a little bit more (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

Nigga 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' nigga, you better listen

Don't think about that money, when you catchin' plays, you better grip it

Ain't have no money growin' up, so I be tippin'

Even if it get hard, nigga, I go hard, start to finish

Rule number one, don't disrespect my pimpin'

The same niggas I help bossed up they life, try stop my image

The same bitches I went and pay they rent, sayin' I ain't spendin'

The feds made my knees 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 niggas tried, my youngin' was out here spinnin'

You know I started that Goyard shit and Rickie Owens, nigga, I'm trendin'

The crackers steady hatin' like, sayin' my car's super tinted

I'm super turnt, I paid two-hundred yards for a tennis

That twenty-K, you stupid ass lil' young niggas, y'all be trippin'

Shit, I post a picture on IG with that shit on to fuck they bitches (Frrt, frrt)

Don't even slide through here, you ain't got no switches (Ah)

Don't even slide through here, he ain't got no Benjis

I'll wipe a nigga nose, get out my business

My tape drop, them niggas ain't post my shit, that's why I'm friendless

Don't ask me 'bout no niggas you don't see me with, that ain't my business

Niggas envy a young nigga, before the rap, I was out here gettin' it

How you flop on yo' lil' nigga? He ain't even expose your feelings

But it's cool, still get fifty a show, this shit up to the ceilin'

I mean, it's bool, come through in a coupe, pull up wit' yo' boo

Grip a tool, I see niggas be watchin', no, I ain't no fool

Pocket watchin', this ain't no rap, this off of trappin', fool

Pull out them blues, bitch, ain't Ice Spice, but, I get up in that mood

Rule number one, don't disrespect my pimpin'

The same niggas I help bossed up they life, try stop my image

The same bitches I went and pay they rent, sayin' I ain't spendin'

The feds made my knees 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 niggas tried, my youngin' was out here spinnin'

You know I started that Goyard shit and Rickie Owens, nigga, I'm trendin'

I watch when niggas try do U-turns

Niggas watch you grind it up, but still mad 'bout what you earn

We'll scratch nigga out like a bitch, went and got a new perm

Years ago, I said I wan' double back, lil' bitch, I'm too firm

It ain't no U-turn

It ain't no doublin' back, run up seven Ms

I'm tryna double that, bitch done fucked over ten niggas

It ain't no lovin' that, once the niggas take the shit to IG, it ain't no comin' back

(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)

I stay true to myself

I stay true to my bitch

I stay true to my clique, I stay true to this shit

Hoes wouldn't fuck me if I ain't have no bag, I'm through with that bitch

Say she'll love me if I ain't have no bag, I see through the bitch

Shit, I'm through with that ho

I'ma lootin' the folks

Got them Bubbas for eleven, got to trappin' to choke

Ugly bitch think she finessin', she be flexin' the poor

Real mean with the wrist, I can whip up some coke

Splash that bitch with some water, turn that shit to some dough

Niggas be out here hatin' and shit, so that pistol I tote

So that pistol I tote (Ooh-ah-ah-ah)

Held high

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