Loner

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Real Boston Richey - Rap, Southern Rap

Loner

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[Intro] You know, the truth is (Keem, you wrong for that one) I ain't gon' lie It be them late nights like three, four in the mornin', I just get in my bag, like Just go to thinkin' 'bout everything, like, from the good to the bad I don't know, shit don't be what it seems (DJ Shab, fool) [Chorus] It's gon' be a long ride, tell 'em, "Buckle up" Go back, lock in with the gang, mm, time to huddle up Mmm, fuck the fame, it's time to run it up R.I.P. to Nip', that shit was lame, time to double up Huh, yeah, it's time to double up I'm lockin' in, I'm goin' back to my bitch, I'm tired of fuckin' up Clockin' in, they know that karma a bitch, it's already sticky enough Feel like they gon' kill me one day if I don't wake up and kick the cup [Verse] I slipped already bad enough, shit was bad for us Niggas be actin' like they got zip for pain, tryna laugh at us Took my pain and prayed for God about it and turned my savage up All the days I was stayed down, niggas was playin', I got my baggage up So what's that you was sayin'? Say I ain't gave a fuck? Where the fuck you was at when I was tryna get my savings up? You was nowhere to be found It hurt me to my heart up in the county, that's where I wore my cap and gown Pull up, jump out, "Nobody don't make no sound" That's what I told them niggas when I pulled my first robbery on the west side of town And that shit right there left me county bound Ayy, me and my daddy ain't rat, we stood tall, nigga know we held it down A frown is only an upside down smile Mmm, pray for me, I'm out here livin' wild Ayy, ayy, only get some sleep when I'm in the clouds Ayy, I been layin' back, workin' on my sound Mmm, I been layin' up, workin' on my sound Ayy, mm, ayy, niggas say I'm pussy, go ask them niggas what I'm about Ayy, hundred round chopper come with a mount Hmm, hmm, hmm, only fuck a bitch if I know she ain't gon' run her mouth Mmm, niggas know I'm that one straight out the south I slipped and fucked these hoes, but none of these hoes can say I took 'em down to my house, hey None of these hoes is special, can't even say they got the couch, hey All of these hoes be for the streets, but you know you my house bae But that shit still don't make it right I see why you quick to fight You would think I paid for it, how Rae was quick to give his ice Niggas that I put my trust into was pussy and real sheist You livin' a double life, you scared to hang in your city, that ain't alright Mmm, mmm, ready to catch that nigga, hit him with that fire Growin' up, I never thought I'd get a wife Mmm, ayy, before I speak on my problems, I'll go and get the mic' They misleadin' me, they say it's only money and white They was leavin' me, I had to pray and get some sight This shit was beatin' me, I had to stand up, get ready to fight Felt like they cheatin' me, how quick they took D Slugger life The family needed me, the limit is the sky [Chorus] It's gon' be a long ride, tell 'em, "Buckle up" Go back, lock in with the gang, mm, time to huddle up Mmm, fuck the fame, it's time to run it up R.I.P. to Nip', that shit was lame, time to double up Huh, yeah, it's time to double up I'm lockin' in, I'm goin' back to my bitch, I'm tired of fuckin' up Clockin' in, they know that karma a bitch, it's already sticky enough Feel like they gon' kill me one day if I don't wake up and kick the cup

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Credits

Writers
  • Real Boston Richey
  • KeemTurbo
  • DJ Shab
  • Bob On The Keys