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Real Boston Richey

No Peace

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Hip-hop/Rap

No Peace est sorti le 8 novembre 2024 par Freebandz Global/Epic dans le cadre de l'album Richey Rich

Détails du titre

AlbumRichey Rich

Date de sortie8 novembre 2024

LabelFreebandz Global/Epic

Qualité mélodique

Acoustique

Valence

Dansabilité

Énergie

BPM80

PRÉSENTATION

PAROLES

Clip vidéo

Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION

Real Boston Richey

Real Boston Richey

Chant

COMPOSITION ET PAROLES

Youngv1z

Paroles/Composition

Jalen Taheen Foster

Jalen Taheen Foster

Paroles/Composition

Raheem Miller

Paroles/Composition

Jorgen Sweeney

Paroles/Composition

Martin Neumann

Paroles/Composition

PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE

Youngv1z

Production

moicbeatz

Production

HardOCC

Production

Ethan Stevens

Ingénierie de mixage

Victor "Vic" Luevanos

Victor "Vic" Luevanos

Ingénierie de mixage

Raheem Miller

Ingénierie de prise de son

Heem

Production

Paroles

[Intro]

I'ma just— (Ayo, V1z, you fuckin' crazy)

Hold on

The fuck? What up? With who? Who? For real?

Alright, say no more

[Chorus]

Hey, hey, they just say a rap **** dissed me

Before that, he wanted a feature, pussy ****, ain't shit free

I ball on ****, I'm too elite, I can't go OT

I was on some tricky shit, they done fucked 'round and brought out the old me

****, I don't never be speakin' on shit, but ain't nan' one of these **** ho me

****, I wave red flags, I don't wave no white flags, I don't want no peace

Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski

What the fuck you think I'ma do to a **** that don't even know me?

[Verse 1]

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, you pussies did it

****, I'm simply made for bad bitches, why these **** be on my dick?

Fuck 'round, pop me a ****, no Diddy, ****, I'm the first lil' kid that did

We them fuckin' young ****, don't send shit up without no switches

You a pussy-ass lyin' bitch, see me slidin' in a two-tone, ****, that's my shit

Retarded-ass lil' ****, you don't even look like you fuckin' on fine shit

I'll probably give her a fifteen-ball just to fuck on a dime bitch

For bodies, I'ma give out twenty-five hundred, them youngins'll go try to slime shit

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, why the fuck y'all get me started?

****, my whole fuckin' hood know I'm heartless

****, they tryna sell out on me, make me tarnished

Hey, get low, them youngins I'm with, them youngins shoot up parties, woo

I got M's like I'm Meek Milly

And I fuck with Meek, but a **** that diss me can't even make it out the city

I'm a real big Blood, go and ask, I'm a main Billy

I ain't never whacked a ****? What the fuck you on, ****, is you silly?

[Chorus]

Hey, hey, they just say a rap **** dissed me

Before that, he wanted a feature, pussy ****, ain't shit free

I ball on ****, I'm too elite, I can't go OT

I was on some tricky shit, they done fucked 'round and brought out the old me

****, I don't never be speakin' on shit, but ain't nan' one of these **** ho me

****, I wave red flags, I don't wave no white flags, I don't want no peace

Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski

What the fuck you think I'ma do to a **** that don't even know me?

[Verse 2]

Juries-talkin'-ass ****, Spanish-walkin'-ass ****

A **** act like my ex-bitch, pull them panties out your ass, ****

Come to the Yams tryna vacay, fuck 'round, send them gravediggers

I don't even stunt you broke-ass, whack-ass ****, I'm out here paid with it

**** cap 'bout catchin' me slippin', who? ****, I'm stayin' with it

I be talkin' 'bout all them M's 'cause, bitch, I'm G and stayin' litty

Pop out by myself

Whole world done see me go through what I went through, ****, I ain't need no help

Treat a skinny-ass **** like I'm daddy, ****, go get my belt

Ayy, ****, I ain't gon' lie, ****

I ain't take this shit, none of this shit personal, ****

Ayy, ****, I stayed quiet when you **** dissed me, ****

I just been buildin' this shit up, ****, fuck a ****

I'm out here with it, ****

You dig?

[Verse 3]

Kickin' shit just like jiu-jitsu

Got your chain snatched two times, fuck that drill rapper too

I got country killers, these cornbread-eatin'-ass ****, they whackin' too

These **** I hang with still on Facebook, they don't got no IG moves

And these **** ain't even go to school

Yes, these ****, they know to shoot

Rowdy Rebel, Rowdy who?

I don't even know who the fuck is fool

All these pussy-ass **** food

All these rap **** pickin' sides

My whole city pull homicides

Boston Richey too bonafide

When I hit my city, bitch, I'm outside

These **** can't even go outside

Last **** played, you know he died

I don't even do this rappin' shit

I'm ready to let that window down

Talk like that 'cause I'm a real fuckin' Florida ****

I got Goyard bags by the ten, real bag hoarder, ****

Check these diamonds up in my mouth cost way more than a quarter, ****

And I know a **** gon' get punched in it, when I'm out, record a ****

How many hats you bought? ****, I ain't trippin', I can afford a ****

Fuck a rap ****, get your chain took when you in Florida, ****

On God, think twice before you **** diss Boston

Real shit popper, ask 'em how shit crossed 'em

We'll take the SI, **** can't speak 'cause the blick called him

Fake-ass trappin' ****, go and ask him how much the brick cost him

[Outro]

I'm a real street ****

Real trick ****, lotta money, ****, I be shit talkin'

Yeah, ****

I don't, ayy, yeah, ****, that's how this shit go, ****, you dig me?

Don't diss me

Written by: Jalen Taheen Foster, Jorgen Sweeney, Martin Neumann, Raheem Miller, Youngv1z

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