Close That Folder
Mhm, for real
Goin' through so much pain, can't even hide all this shit
Done with that ho, so I dry test that bitch
Told the bitch to get the fuck out, I vibe-check the bitch
(Thanks, Yakree)
You only fuckin' me, I don't like to share, bitch
They don't fuck with me, niggas ain't ridin' for this shit
R.I.P. BSlugga, he done died for this shit
Had to close those folders, I hit my knees and pray, 'cause I can't lean on no shoulders
Before they see my side, they rather go run a nigga over
I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer
Ready to see me back on that block, I had trappin' that coca'
Had the kid to trap, I'm in the studio, trappin' my vocals
With a thick ol' bitch from out East, watch her sip on mimosa
Double R, no Range Rover
With this shit I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure
I know Rick watch my back, just how Pluto, he got zoned out
I be havin' nightmares from all them nights down on that corner
All the shit goin' in my head, I be ready to go in a coma
Red is good, I ain't trippin' 'cause all this shit exposure
Say the truth, gon' stand me, and the fake gon' fall for anything
I'm married to the trap, only thing I'm missin' is a weddin' ring
Only thing I regret is the shit I said about Teddy Pain
I see why he left the city 'cause this shit right here bring heavy pain
Everything I lost, I'ma double-back for everything
These niggas can't be bought, I ain't fear this shit when the trappin' came
I ain't got to prove no points, I hit in the streets, got heavy stains
Everytime I hit the club, strippers dance, I made it rain
Way before I made a song, I was the one who had a name
Put in work 'bout all this shit, niggas know it ain't no game
Plenty Ls that I done took, niggas know I ain't no lame
Niggas tryna box me out, niggas know how far I came
Had to close those folders, I hit my knees and pray, 'cause I can't lean on no shoulders
Before they see my side, they rather go run a nigga over
I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer
Ready to see me back on that block, I had trappin' that coca'
Had the kid to trap, I'm in the studio, trappin' my vocals
With a thick ol' bitch from out East, watch her sip on mimosa
Double R, no Range Rover
With this shit I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure
Never seen so many street dudes take advice, come from crack
Why these niggas tryin' me? Niggas know Lil B get active
Big homie said, "Don't tell your side of the story 'cause none of these niggas matter"
Ben cryin' made me look guilty, but this shit just made me madder
Real friends that I thought had my back, them niggas scatterin'
Niggas told me don't entertainin' niggas, full of lather (Huh)
Don't tell you what to do, 'cause I see just what you rather (Ayy)
Yachty told me, "Pain come with Hennesy," so close that chapter
I ain't never took a nigga down, niggas know that's a factor
I'm rappin' 'bout that shit I'm doin', nigga, I ain't no rapper
I'ma tell my niggas right or wrong, just like a pastor
Told the crackers I stole that car, they switched my Vert, this shit a disaster
Sometimes, I be askin', why I feel like the bad apple
This shit be heavy on my mind, shit be heavy on my bladder
That other nigga can't tell you shit I said, put him in a slammer
Forever standin' real nigga, you can double-back and ask
Had to close those folders, I hit my knees and pray, 'cause I can't lean on no shoulders
Before they see my side, they rather go run a nigga over
I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer
Ready to see me back on that block, I had trappin' that coca'
Had the kid to trap, I'm in the studio, trappin' my vocals
With a thick ol' bitch from out East, watch her sip on mimosa
Double R, no Range Rover
With this shit I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure