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lirik lagu close that folder – real boston richey

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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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