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eye for eye - real boston richey lyrics

[intro]
yeah
richey rich, n*gga (thtboistokes go crazy)
go
go
go
go, go, go
go, go, go
i’m in go mode, i’m in go mode

[chorus]
it been a minute since i felt good, but i’m at peace now
i been stayin’ up out the hood, i ain’t sellin’ weed now
prayin’ up on my knees now, he told me lean down
it took my understanding, f*ck a n*gga, all i need is god
pistol on my side, that b*tch there gon’ guard my brother life
you say you gon’ ride, we gon’ see when you pull a homicide
eye for an eye, you take my eye, i’m takin’ another eye
these days, i’m takin’ my time, tryna figure the puzzle out

[verse 1]
get the pistol and bring ’em out, then get the whips and pull ’em out, huh
hit the scene poppin’ sh*t, just went out for the broads
smash the gas, hear that motor up on the broadway
i got too much cheese, i been stayin’ up out my opps’ way
i been goin’ through h*ll and back, i feel like rod wave
oh, you say you feel it? well, my cuz died in my driveway
it don’t matter if the sun up, these n*ggas shoot in broad day
i just came through porsche coupe like i’m elway
i’m tryna dial up my hat, n*ggas tryna k!ll me
i ride in cadillacs, i hit your sh*t, tell ’em bill me
they see what i went through, n*ggas still say they don’t feel me
i d*mn near was a virgin when i hit the penitentiary
i’m tryna just get it right, why you judgin’ up on my history?
same n*ggas i fronted, n*ggas done turned into my enemies
if i ain’t had no hundreds, i know b*tches wouldn’t be feelin’ me
i be prayin’ to the lord, tryna stop my dirty tendencies
[chorus]
it been a minute since i felt good, but i’m at peace now
i been stayin’ up out the hood, i ain’t sellin’ weed now
prayin’ up on my knees now, he told me lean down
it took my understanding, f*ck a n*gga, all i need is god
pistol on my side, that b*tch there gon’ guard my brother life
you say you gon’ ride, we gon’ see when you pull a homicide
eye for an eye, you take my eye, i’m takin’ another eye
these days, i’m takin’ my time, tryna figure the puzzle out

[verse 2]
they say i got a hit song when i came back with it
this sh*t i’m droppin’ all gas like i put packs in it
they say i took that “help me” and went and put some crack in it
i got a thousands hits, p*ssy n*gga, and i’m back litty
when you f*ck a bad b*tch, you gotta go put your back in it
don’t think i’m lackin’ when i pop out, i got the frrt*frrt with me
i don’t talk when i’m with hoes, i can’t put ’em up in the gang business
you be pillow talkin’ to b*tches, you done f*cked ’round, turnt to a lame in it
f*ck ’round, get a ticket how i skrrt on n*ggas and lane switch it
deuce of molly santan before i f*ck with some lame b*tches
ask that last n*gga what that motherf*ckin’ fame get you
if i break some bread with you, n*gga, i shared that pain with you

- real boston richey lyrics

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