Real Boston Richey - Loner lyrics

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
Fuck the fame, it's time to run it up
RIP 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 fuckin' 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 fuck
Where the fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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
Fuck the fame, it's time to run it up
RIP 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 fuckin' 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