Real Boston Richey - My Image lyrics

Check it out, uh i just prayed
(Section 8 just straight cooked
This motherfucker up)
Keep prayin', keep prayin'
I got leather boy (Uh)
It's either way, by the way
I'm trippin', sometimes I leave the
House without my pistol, know I'm slippin'
I'm prayed up
But that what make me different
Nigga make me mad, I pay a visit
I'm too rich to slide
So I'ma pay that ticket
(And you better come on home for me, now)
Uh, you too young to die, lil' nigga
You better listen
Don't think about that money, when
You catch the plates, you better grip it
Ain't have no monеy growin' up
So I be tippin'
Even if it get hard, nigga, I go hard


Start to finish

Rulе number one, don't disrespect my pimpin'
The same niggas I help bossed up they life
Try to stop my image
The same bitches I went to pay they
Rent say I ain't spend it
The feds made my knee broke when
They took my Freebandz pendant
They took my Bubba pendant
They took my brother's spinach
The same week, I was right
Back in the jeweler, straight spendin'
The same week them niggas tried
My youngers out here spinnin'
You know I started that Goyard
Shit and Rickie Owens, nigga, i'm trendin'

The crackers steady hatin' like sayin'
My car super tinted i'm super turned
I pay two hundred yards for a tennis
That twenty K, you stupid
Ass lil' young niggas, y'all be trippin'
Shit, I post a picture on IG with
That shit on to fuck they bitches
(Frrt, frrt) I don't even slide through here
He ain't got no switches
Mhm, don't even slide through here
He don't even got no Benjis
I'll wipe a nigga nose, get out my business
My tape drop, them niggas ain't post my shit
That's why I'm friendless
Don't ask me 'bout no niggas
You don't see me with
That ain't my business
Niggas envy a young nigga, before the rap
I was out here gettin' it
How you flop on yo' lil' nigga
He ain't even expose your feelings
But, it's cool, still get fifty a show
This shit up to the ceilin'
I mean, it's bool, come through in a coupe
Pull up wit' yo' boo
Grip a tool, I see niggas be watchin', no
I ain't no fool
Pocket rocket, this ain't no route
This off of trappin', fool
Pull out them blues, bitch
Ain't Ice Spice, but, i get up in that mood

Rule number one, don't disrespect my pimpin'
The same niggas I help bossed up they life
Try to stop my image
The same bitches I went to pay they
Rent say I ain't spend it
The feds made my knee broke when
They took my Freebandz pendant
They took my Bubba pendant
They took my brother's spinach
The same week, I was right
Back in the jeweler, straight spendin'
The same week them niggas tried
My youngers out here spinnin'
You know I started that Goyard
Shit and Rickie Owens, nigga, i'm trendin'

I watch when niggas try do U turns
Niggas watch you grind it up but
Still watch what you earn
We'll scratch nigga out like a bitch
Went and got a new perm
Years ago I said I wan' double
Back, oh, bitch, I'm too firm
It ain't no U turn
It ain't no doublin' back, run up several Ms
I'm tryna double that, bitch, don't
Fuck up the ten, nigga
It ain't no lovin' that, once the
Niggas take it to IG
It ain't no comin' back
(Section 8 just straight cooked
This motherfucker up)

Fuck that, true to myself
I stay true to my bitch
I stay true to my clique
I stay true to this shit
Hoes wouldn't fuck me if I ain't have no bag
I'm through with that bitch
Says she'll love me if I ain't have no bag
I see through the bitch
Shit, I'm through with that ho
I'm done lootin' the folks
Got the Bubbas for eleven
Got to trappin' to choke
Ugly bitch think she finessin'
She be flexin' the poor
Real mean with the wrist
I can whip up some coke
Splash that bitch with some water
Turn that shit to some dough
Niggas be out here hatin' and shit
So that pistol I tote
So that pistol I tote (Ooh ah ah ah)