Help Me Real Boston Richey

[Intro]
At this point, it's like I'm beggin'
Shit, if I gotta fight for love, then, shit
It's like I don't even, I don't even want it
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, bah)
Help me
Baby, can you help me?
Baby, can you help me?
Baby, can you help me?

[Verse 1]
I'm tryna get my life together, leave these hoes alone
Pray to God I can leave the streets, this thuggin' shit gettin' more than old
Baby, please don't leave, but every day, her hеart get more than cold
I'm tired of pipin' thеse bitches up, on top of shit like provolone
I'm tryna run my digits up, at the same time, watch what them crackers on
Bitch, I call, you ain't pickin' up, what the fuck these hoes be on?
I just went bought fourteen acres, used to stay up in the mobile homes
Need a bad bitch with low body count to put my focus on
Nigga, he tried to end my career, truth be told, I don't fuck with holmes
So many bad bitches up in here, which one of them I'm takin' home?
Bitch, I'm ballin' on all these niggas, same court that the Lakers on
I'm more wealthy than all these niggas, baby girl, my paper long

[Chorus]
Do you love me? Do you trust me?
Say you got my back, but it's that paper got you wanna fuck me
Can I keep it real for a second, baby? Would you judge me?
I can't lie, I ain't been the same ever since them niggas stuck me
That shit corrupt me
I'ma get that get-back even if I get life, trust me
'Til the end, nigga, I'm kicked back in the cut poppin' up on bubbly
Look your nigga in the eyes and tell him I say he can't fuck with me
If I take her to my house, stick it in, that lil' bitch stuck with me