LYRIC
My Image Lyrics by Real Boston Richey, music has been produced by Section 8, and My Image song lyrics are penned down by Real Boston Richey & Section 8.
My Image Lyrics
Turn it up, uh
I just prayed (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
Keep prayin’, keep prayin’
I got a little bit more (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
ni**a 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’ ni**a, you better listen
Don’t think about that money, when you catchin’ plays, you better grip it
Ain’t have no money growin’ up, so I be tippin’
Even if it gеt hard, ni**a, I go hard, start to finish
Rule number one, don’t disrеspect my pimpin’
The same ni**as I help bossed up they life, try stop my image
The same bitches I went and pay they rent, sayin’ I ain’t spendin’
The feds made my knees 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 ni**as tried, my youngin’ was out here spinnin’
You know I started that Goyard shit and Rickie Owens, ni**a, I’m trendin’
The crackers steady hatin’ like, sayin’ my car’s super tinted
I’m super turnt, I paid two-hundred yards for a tennis
That twenty-K, you stupid ass lil’ young ni**as, y’all be trippin’
Shit, I post a picture on IG with that shit on to f*ck they bitches (Frrt, frrt)
Don’t even slide through here, you ain’t got no switches (Ah)
Don’t even slide through here, he ain’t got no Benjis
I’ll wipe a ni**a nose, get out my business
My tape drop, them ni**as ain’t post my shit, that’s why I’m friendless
Don’t ask me ’bout no ni**as you don’t see me with, that ain’t my business
ni**as envy a young ni**a, before the rap, I was out here gettin’ it
How you flop on yo’ lil’ ni**a? 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 ni**as be watchin’, no, I ain’t no fool
Pocket watchin’, this ain’t no rap, 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 ni**as I help bossed up they life, try stop my image
The same bitches I went and pay they rent, sayin’ I ain’t spendin’
The feds made my knees 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 ni**as tried, my youngin’ was out here spinnin’
You know I started that Goyard shit and Rickie Owens, ni**a, I’m trendin’
I watch when ni**as try do U-turns
ni**as watch you grind it up, but still mad ’bout what you earn
We’ll scratch ni**a out like a bitch, went and got a new perm
Years ago, I said I wan’ double back, lil’ bitch, I’m too firm
It ain’t no U-turn
It ain’t no doublin’ back, run up seven Ms
I’m tryna double that, bitch done f*cked over ten ni**as
It ain’t no lovin’ that, once the ni**as take the shit to IG, it ain’t no comin’ back
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
I stay true to myself
I stay true to my bitch
I stay true to my clique, I stay true to this shit
Hoes wouldn’t f*ck me if I ain’t have no bag, I’m through with that bitch
Say she’ll love me if I ain’t have no bag, I see through the bitch
Shit, I’m through with that ho
I’ma lootin’ the folks
Got them 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
ni**as be out here hatin’ and shit, so that pistol I tote
So that pistol I tote (Ooh-ah-ah-ah)
Held high
SONG INFO:
Song: My Image
Artist: Real Boston Richey
Music: Section 8
Lyrics: Real Boston Richey & Section 8
