Rich Facts Lyrics By Real Boston Richey
On the real, ***, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my *** thick, ***, that’s some big facts
You workin’ nine to five, then ***, I can’t even hit that
Your *** don’t trap or rap, then he can’t get his *** 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 *** snatched
I got two ***, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit Kats
You ain’t gotta ask me, am I with it? ***, you know I’m with that
And that *** too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that
But now I want my *** back
I’m like, “Damn, I really miss her, damn, I really miss that”
I’m like, “Damn, I really played, how the *** 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 litter
You with a country *** in the city, that’s why I got way slicker
On my side of town, ***, we ain’t buckin’ fades, ***
On my side of town, we put *** in they place, ***
If I ain’t got no way, I’m gon’ make a way, ***
I know you’ll play my face, I ain’t had nowhere to stay, ***
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, ***
I make her take down three shots, Dwyane Wade, ***
Won’t sweep the floor no more ’cause, ***, you know I’m a made ***
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, ***, I’m the main pitcher
I put that *** and his lil’ dog up in the same Swisher
I told that *** 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, ***, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my *** thick, ***, that’s some big facts
You workin’ nine to five, then ***, I can’t even hit that
Your *** don’t trap or rap, then he can’t get his *** 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 *** snatched
I got two ***, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit Kats
You ain’t gotta ask me, am I with it? ***, you know I’m with that
And that *** too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that
I got too many ***, 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 ***? Look up in the mirror
You wanna see a ***-ass ***? Go look up in the mirror
Milk the game, ***, but I ain’t milkin’ out no cereal
I just speak my mind, ***, ain’t worried ’bout bein’ lyrical
Every *** I seen go to jail, they went and bought a vehicle
I don’t take her serious, every thing they do, the *** too typical
Move right ’cause these bullets that I shoot, these *** invisible
Trap at night, but the place I’m trappin’ at, this *** ain’t little
How the *** I sign for all them M’s? This *** right here a miracle
Hmm, nah, for real, pop it
On the real, ***, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my *** thick, ***, that’s some big facts
You workin’ nine to five, then ***, I can’t even hit that
Your *** don’t trap or rap, then he can’t get his *** 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 *** snatched
I got two ***, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit Kats
You ain’t gotta ask me, am I with it? ***, you know I’m with that
And that *** too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that