Belt Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

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[Intro]
(Arctic Beats)
Yeah, n!gga, I’m forever the same n!gga, n!gga
No matter how hard this s*it get for me, n!gga
I’m still on the same s*it every day, n!gga (Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
Feel like, yeah, hmm
I get a kick out of all this s*it with me, n!gga
Mm, come on, yeah
Yeah, ayy

[Verse 1]
I feel like fu*k a n!gga, I ran this s*it all by myself

Yeah, I made a song called, “Help Me,” n!gga, but I don’t need no fu*king help
I don’t take this s*it for granted, my sister floor, I done slept
Whole city, they vouch for me, I hit the projects and share my wealth
Youngin was super bad growing up, so many whoopings, mama left some welts
S*it, I’m acting the way I’m acting ’cause all this bulls*it I done felt
S*it, I’m still mad at my cousin, made that lil’ promise you could’ve kept
I remember this s*it like yesterday, n!gga them gave my cousin the belt
But it’s funny how this s*it change, I done gave a n!gga the belt
N!gga done fu*ked ’round, woke that savage up, came back through with a bigger belt
Plus I got M’s on the floor these days, n!gga, it ain’t s*it to get ’em swept
But I learnt one thing myself, n!gga, anybody can get the belt

[Chorus]
I’m like damn, I miss my buz
I’m out on federal bond, them crackers say I’m trapping Bubbs
Forever, n!gga, I’m a thug, b!tch, I can’t give no ho no love
We don’t play around, n!gga, we got guns up in the club
You can front me work, I still won’t call that n!gga my plug
I put that on my mammy, n!gga, I’ma get that bag for cuz
Gotta make it back to my son, you move wrong, we sending slugs
I ain’t taking a n!gga serious, you only hyped up off them drügs
Whole Florida know I’ll whack something, n!gga, I ain’t gotta have no mud

[Verse 2]
I was a cool n!gga, but the streets done left me traumatized

We don’t call ’em homicides, n!gga, we call ’em mama cries
I been fu*ked up in the head ever since my cousin died
I been fu*ked up in the head ever since my b!tch ain’t ride
N!ggas that looked up to me, they got some fame, they think they popping now
Left me to myself, I don’t give no fu*k, n!gga, I’m still popping out
Every brand-new whip that hit the floor, n!gga, I’m gon’ cop it now
And just to show you I’m still getting money, ain’t s*it over here stopping fire
They say they was riding ’til the wheels fall off, but they ain’t got no fu*king tires
N!ggas, they tried to ban me for thinking I was gon’ lose my fu*king mind
I was a real one, n!ggas did me dirty, they turned me fu*king slime
I got them youngins out here sliding

[Chorus]
I’m like damn, I miss my buz
I’m out on federal bond, them crackers say I’m trapping Bubbs
Forever, n!gga, I’m a thug, b!tch, I can’t give no ho no love
We don’t play around, n!gga, we got guns up in the club
You can front me work, I still won’t call that n!gga my plug
I put that on my mammy, n!gga, I’ma get that bag for cuz
Gotta make it back to my son, you move wrong, we sending slugs
I ain’t taking a n!gga serious, you only hyped up off them drügs
Whole Florida know I’ll whack something, n!gga, I ain’t gotta have no mud