Close That Folder Real Boston Richey

[Intro]
Mmm
For real

[Verse 1]
Goin' through so much pain, can't even hide all this shit
Done with that ho, so I drive test the bitch
Told the lil' bitch get the fuck out, I vibe checked the bitch (Thanks, Yakree)
You only fuckin' me, I don't lie check the bitch
They can't fuck with me, niggas ain't ridin' for this shit
R.I.P. BSlugga, he done died for this shit

[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'd rather go run a nigga over
I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closеr
Ready to see me back on that block, out herе trappin' that coca
Had to kick the trap, I'm in the studio trappin' my vocals
With a thick old bitch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa
Double R, no Range Rover
With the shit I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure

[Verse 2]
I know Rick watch my back just how Pluto, he got Zona
I be havin' nightmares from all them nights down on the corner
All the shit goin' in my head, I be ready to go in a coma
Read it's good or bad, I ain't trippin' 'cause all this shit exposure
They say the truth gon' stand and the fake gon' fall for anything
I'm married to the trap, only thing I'm missing is a wedding ring
Only thing I regret is the shit I said 'bout Teddy Pain
I see why he left the city 'cause this shit right here bring heavy pain
Everything I lost, I'ma double back for everything
These niggas can't be bought, I ain't fear this shit when I was trappin' 'caine
I ain't gotta prove no points, out here in the streets, got heavy stain
Every time I hit the club, stripper vouch, I made it rain
Way before I made a song, I was the one who had a name
Put in work 'bout all this shit, niggas know it ain't no game
Plenty L's that I done took, niggas know I ain't no lame
Niggas tryna box me out, niggas know how far I came