Close That Folder lyrics

[Intro]
Mmm
For real

[Verse 1]
Goin' through so much pain, can't even hide all this sh*t
Done with that ho, so I drive test the b*tch
Told the lil' b*tch get the f*ck out, I vibe checked the b*tch (Thanks, Yakree)
You only f*ckin' me, I don't lie check the b*tch
They can't f*ck with me, n*ggas ain't ridin' for this sh*t
R.I.P. BSlugga, he done died for this sh*t

[Chorus]
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'd rather go run a n*gga over
I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closеr
Ready to see me back on that block, out herе trappin' that coca
Had to kick the trap, I'm in the studio trappin' my vocals
With a thick old b*tch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa
Double R, no Range Rover
With the sh*t I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure

[Verse 2]
I know Rick watch my back just how Pluto, he got Zona
I be havin' nightmares from all them nights down on the corner
All the sh*t goin' in my head, I be ready to go in a coma
Read it's good or bad, I ain't trippin' 'cause all this sh*t exposure
They say the truth gon' stand and the fake gon' fall for anything
I'm married to the trap, only thing I'm missing is a wedding ring
Only thing I regret is the sh*t I said 'bout Teddy Pain
I see why he left the city 'cause this sh*t right here bring heavy pain
Everything I lost, I'ma double back for everything
These n*ggas can't be bought, I ain't fear this sh*t when I was trappin' 'caine
I ain't gotta prove no points, out here in the streets, got heavy stain
Every time I hit the club, stripper vouch, I made it rain
Way before I made a song, I was the one who had a name
Put in work 'bout all this sh*t, n*ggas know it ain't no game
Plenty L's that I done took, n*ggas know I ain't no lame
n*ggas tryna box me out, n*ggas know how far I came
[Chorus]
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'd rather go run a n*gga over
I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer
Ready to see me back on that block, out here trappin' that coca
Had to kick the trap, I'm in the studio trappin' my vocals
With a thick old b*tch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa
Double R, no Range Rover
With the sh*t I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure

[Verse 3]
Never seen so many street dudes take advice comin' from a cracker
Why these n*ggas tryin' me? n*ggas know lil' B get active
Big homie say, "Don't tell your side of the story 'cause none of these n*ggas matter"
Being quiet made me look guilty, but this sh*t just made me madder
Real friends that I thought had my back, them n*ggas scattered, uh
n*ggas told me don't entertain it, but n*ggas full of laughter, huh
Don't tell you what to do 'cause I see just what you rather
Ayy, Yachty told me, "Pain come with healing, so close that chapter"
I ain't never took a n*gga down, n*ggas know that's a factor
I'm rappin' 'bout that sh*t I'm doin', n*gga, I ain't no rapper
I'ma tell my n*ggas right or wrong just like a pastor
Told the crackers I stole that car, they switched my word, this sh*t a disaster
Sometimes I be askin' why I feel like the bad apple
This sh*t be heavy on my mind, sh*t be heavy on my bladder
That other n*gga can't tell you sh*t I said, put him in a slammer
Forever standin' real n*gga, you can double back and ask 'em
[Chorus]
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'd rather go run a n*gga over
I keep my friends close, but keep my enemies closer
Ready to see me back on that block, out here trappin' that coca
Had to kick the trap, I'm in the studio trappin' my vocals
With a thick old b*tch from out east, watch her sip on mimosa
Double R, no Range Rover
With the sh*t I'm dealin' with, it be hard to keep composure