Real Boston Richey - Rich Facts

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(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)
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On the real, nigga, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that's some big facts
You workin' nine to five, then bitch, I can't even hit that
Your nigga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his bitch back
Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack
I go everywhere with my chain, ain't rare, but I get my shit snatched
I got two bitches, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit-Kats
You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I'm with that
And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that

But now I want my bitch back
I'm like, "Damn, I really miss her, damn, I really miss that"
I'm like, "Damn, I really played, how the fuck lil' B gon' fix that?"
Every time I went through pain, ran up me a big sack
Every time I went through pain, doubled back, got way better
You with a country nigga in the city, that's why I got way slicker
On my side of town, nigga, we ain't buckin' fades, nigga
On my side of town, we put bitches in they place, nigga
If I ain't got no way, I'm gon' make a way, nigga
I know you'll play my face, I ain't had nowhere to stay, nigga
I tried to right my wrongs, but I see that I played with you
I'm niggas' pappy, all these niggas that I done made, nigga
I make her take down three shots, Dwyane Wade, nigga
Won't sweep the floor no more 'cause, bitch, you know I'm a made nigga
The same follows on the 'Gram, you know I'm way bigger
I hang with dirt divers, you know I'm with them gravediggers
I hope she know she gon' get it too, tryna be a gang member
All that ice you got and still can't eat, y'all lame niggas
The niggas I started with, I'm still comin' with the same niggas
Illegal turn, they tried to pull me 'cause I'm a lane switcher
I throw the ball, I call the plays, nigga, I'm the main pitcher
I put that nigga and his lil' dog up in the same Swisher
I told that nigga I love him and I'ma share that pain with him
He crossed me out, then I cropped him out that same picture

On the real, nigga, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that's some big facts
You workin' nine to five, then bitch, I can't even hit that
Your nigga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his bitch back
Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack
I go everywhere with my chain, ain't rare, but I get my shit snatched
I got two bitches, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit-Kats
You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I'm with that
And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that

I got too many bitches, I don't know when I'ma quit 'em
Told her, "I'ma reserve myself," but you know I'm tryna stick her
Wanna see a rich-ass nigga? Look up in the mirror
You wanna see a bitch-ass nigga? Go look up in the mirror
Milk the game, nigga, but I ain't milkin' out no cereal
I just speak my mind, nigga, ain't worried 'bout bein' lyrical
Every nigga I seen go to jail, they went and bought a vehicle
I don't take her serious, every thing they do, the bitch too typical
Move right 'cause these bullets that I shoot, these bitches invisible
Trap at night, but the place I'm trappin' at, this shit ain't little
How the fuck I sign for all them M's? This shit right here a miracle
Hmm, nah, for real, pop it

On the real, nigga, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that's some big facts
You workin' nine to five, then bitch, I can't even hit that
Your nigga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his bitch back
Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack
I go everywhere with my chain, ain't rare, but I get my shit snatched
I got two bitches, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit-Kats
You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I'm with that
And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that

Written by:
Jalen Foster

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