Lyrics Real Boston Richey – Loner

(Keem, you wrong for that one)
Actually, I can't lie
It be them late nights like three, four in the mornin'
I just get in my bag, like
I just got to thinkin' 'bout everythin', like, from good to bad
I don't know, shit don't be— (DJ Shab, fool)
What it seems

It's gon' be a long ride, tell 'em, "Buckle up"
Go back, lock in with the gang, tryna huddle up
Fu*k the fame, it's time to run it up
R.I.P. to Nip', that shit was lame, tryna double-up
Huh, yeah, I'm lockin' in, I'm goin' back to my bitch, I'm tired of fu*kin' up
Clockin' in, they know that karma a bitch, it's already stiff enough
Feel like they gon' kill me one day if I wake up and kick the cup

I slept already bad enough, she was bad for us
Niggas be actin' like they a [?] for pain, tryna laugh at us
Took my pain and prayed for God about it, and turned my savage up
All the days I was stayed down niggas was playin', I got my baggage up
So what that you was sayin'? Say I ain't gave a fu*k
Where the fu*k you was at when I was tryna get my savings up?
You was nowhere to be found, it hurt me to my heart up in the candle
That's where I wore my cap and gown
I pull up, jump out, "Nobody don't make no sound"
That's what I told [?] when I pulled my first robbery on the Westside of town
And that shit right there, let me count it bound, ayy
We might [?] we stood tall, nigga know we headed down
[?] upside down smile (Mhm)
Pray for me, 'm out here livin' wild (Ayy, ayy)
Only get some sleep when I'm in the clouds (Ayy)
I been layin' back, workin' on my sound (Mhm)
I been layin' back, workin' on my sound (Ayy, mhm, ayy)
Niggas say I'm pussy, go ask them niggas what I'm about (Ayy)
Hundred round chopper come with a mount (Mhm, hold on, uh)
Only fu*k a bitch if I know she ain't gon' run her mouth
Niggas knowin' that I'm straight up out the South
I skip and fu*k this ho
But none of these ho can say I took 'em down to my house
Ayy, none of these hoes is special, can't even say they got a couch, ayy
All of these hoes be for the streets, but you know you my house, bae
But that shit still don't make it right
I see why you quick to fight
You would think I payed for how Rae was quick to get his ice
Niggas that I put my trust into was pussy and real shit
You livin' a double life, you scared yo hang in yo' city, that ain't alright
Mhm, ready to kiss that nigga, hit him with that fire
Growin' up, I never thought I'll get a wife
Before I speak on my partners, I go and get the mic'
They misleadin' me, they say it's only money and white
They was leavin' me, I had to pray and get some sight
This shit was beatin' me, I had to stand up, get ready to fight
Felt like they cheatin' me, how quick they took D Slugger life
The family needed me, just leave it in the sky

It's gon' be a long ride, tell 'em, "Buckle up"
Go back, lock in with the gang, tryna huddle up
Fu*k the fame, it's time to run it up
R.I.P. to Nip', that shit was lame, tryna double-up
Huh, yeah, I'm lockin' in, I'm goin' back to my bitch, I'm tired of fu*kin' up
Clockin' in, they know that karma a bitch, it's already stiff enough
Feel like they gon' kill me one day if I wake up and kick the cup

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