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Real Boston Richey

Jalen Foster, known professionally as Real Boston Richey, is an American rapper from Tallahassee, Florida. He is currently signed to American rapper Future's record label Freebandz, and is noted for his usage of Michigan-style hip-hop production. His mixtape Public Housing peaked at number 60 on the Billboard 200. more »

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(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)
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On the real, nigga, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that's some big facts
You workin' nine to five, then bitch, I can't even hit that
Your nigga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his bitch back
Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack
I go everywhere with my chain, ain't rare, but I get my shit snatched
I got two bitches, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit-Kats
You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I'm with that
And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that

But now I want my bitch back
I'm like, "Damn, I really miss her, damn, I really miss that"
I'm like, "Damn, I really played, how the f*ck lil' B gon' fix that?"
Every time I went through pain, ran up me a big sack
Every time I went through pain, doubled back, got way better
You with a country nigga in the city, that's why I got way slicker
On my side of town, nigga, we ain't buckin' fades, nigga
On my side of town, we put bitches in they place, nigga
If I ain't got no way, I'm gon' make a way, nigga
I know you'll play my face, I ain't had nowhere to stay, nigga
I tried to right my wrongs, but I see that I played with you
I'm niggas' pappy, all these niggas that I done made, nigga
I make her take down three shots, Dwyane Wade, nigga
Won't sweep the floor no more 'cause, bitch, you know I'm a made nigga
The same follows on the 'Gram, you know I'm way bigger
I hang with dirt divers, you know I'm with them gravediggers
I hope she know she gon' get it too, tryna be a gang member
All that ice you got and still can't eat, y'all lame niggas
The niggas I started with, I'm still comin' with the same niggas
Illegal turn, they tried to pull me 'cause I'm a lane switcher
I throw the ball, I call the plays, nigga, I'm the main pitcher
I put that nigga and his lil' dog up in the same Swisher
I told that nigga I love him and I'ma share that pain with him
He crossed me out, then I cropped him out that same picture

On the real, nigga, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that's some big facts
You workin' nine to five, then bitch, I can't even hit that
Your nigga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his bitch back
Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack
I go everywhere with my chain, ain't rare, but I get my shit snatched
I got two bitches, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit-Kats
You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I'm with that
And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that

I got too many bitches, I don't know when I'ma quit 'em
Told her, "I'ma reserve myself," but you know I'm tryna stick her
Wanna see a rich-ass nigga? Look up in the mirror
You wanna see a bitch-ass nigga? Go look up in the mirror
Milk the game, nigga, but I ain't milkin' out no cereal
I just speak my mind, nigga, ain't worried 'bout bein' lyrical
Every nigga I seen go to jail, they went and bought a vehicle
I don't take her serious, every thing they do, the bitch too typical
Move right 'cause these bullets that I shoot, these bitches invisible
Trap at night, but the place I'm trappin' at, this shit ain't little
How the f*ck I sign for all them M's? This shit right here a miracle
Hmm, nah, for real, pop it

On the real, nigga, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that's some big facts
You workin' nine to five, then bitch, I can't even hit that
Your nigga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his bitch back
Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack
I go everywhere with my chain, ain't rare, but I get my shit snatched
I got two bitches, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit-Kats
You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I'm with that
And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that

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