Richie Nelson

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​(Intro)
Aye.......... heh ok......
​(Verse 1)
Got my scholar and I entered in the rap game......
I went from rags to riches new layer or not im takin position....
I feel like im in track run four hundred meters...
yall talk all the same and I train to be different...
​I aint one to be dissin but damn its alot .......
heh flooded or not........
I still walk my walk persistence my dawg I can say it in French.....
La persévérance..
​(Verse 2)
my effort is big I dream all the time
aint stoppin this shit if its in my thoughts ill say what it is ...
aint holdin shit back aint no pen in my hand
this shit in my head I aint sick in head......
​but im takin a chance but these chances are thin
its like walkin the line dont fall you be dead
my chances far but changes are good .......
I think all the time about makin some bricks
I aint one for slang but my grammer the shit.......
​(Bridge)
and im a solo nigg aint no time to snitch
and im three six 0 im a rapper bitch...
I can serve my bars on a gold platter nigg
ya im hard as hard aint no trappin this......
im just three six o we be reppin this bitch.....
​(Verse 3)
got like three eight clips you niggs
im for the realist my shit aint got the time your bitch.....
but I puff on my shit enoughs enough I own my shit ....
its dot... dot... dot you feel it in
im reppin bars and makin bricks
you want my pic need Benjamins....
​I charge alot cause im legit
so put your money where your mouth is......
I stired you up now cap on this .......
​(Outro)
haha.....
its Richie aka true stat aka hard work
we livin every rep
dont walk the walk if you cant get it heh........
ya heard

[Verse 1]
I just focus on me and my bank
I take steps... call it precautions
I’m about makin’ my profit
I’ll say it again: I know I’m a prophet
I refused some deals and dollars
But it’s my way, my way—no losses
I can’t trust the game, y’all be heartless
A kill for a kill...
​[Pre-Chorus]
Like Dumber and Dumber, you ride on two wheels
Yeah, it’s Dumb and Dumber
When Lloyd lost his way, he went across country
Landed in Kansas...
The M.I.B. is back, ain’t in my feelings
I’m up this bag, ain’t speakin’ to speak
I’m reppin’ my bands and keep to myself
All of the drama spreadin’ is bad.
​[Chorus]
Throw verses at me? Your verses are bad
We placin’ a bet, no takin’ it back
One hunid a slatt, I’ll own you in half
Your bars ain't no wake, throw them in the trash
I write all this—it’s just aftermath
Ain’t thinking too hard, I puff and sit back
I run up my rhymes until I go mad
But that is the art, reppin’ and rap.
​[Verse 2]
I study all day, I push from the past
I listen to this, I listen to that
I don’t cloud my mind, I try to step back
Y’all cloggin’ the game, you droppin’ too fast
You thinkin’ you hard? You thinkin’ you bad?
I give it a year, you’ll hear where you lack
And I was the same until I stood back
And studied the game... the game answered back.
​[Bridge]
Study real hard and push from the past
My judgment so clouded, I’m stuck in the trap
I’ll take your girl, her booty is fashion
Twerkin’ for cash 'cause I got a lot
No challenge for me, my drip is too hot.
​[Outro]
I’m bougie a lot
I walk like a boss and shuffle a lot
It’s just my flow, ain’t takin’ no notes
I’m reppin’ on low, I’m puffin’ on gold
I’m the newest goat...
Ayeee.Song Title: The Aftermath (Newest Goat)
​[Verse 1]
I just focus on me and my bank
I take steps... call it precautions
I’m about makin’ my profit
I’ll say it again: I know I’m a prophet
I refused some deals and dollars
But it’s my way, my way—no losses
I can’t trust the game, y’all heartless
A kill for a kill...
​[Pre-Chorus]
Like Dumber and Dumber, you ride on two wheels
Yeah, it’s Dumb and Dumber
When Lloyd lost his way, he went across country
Landed in Kansas...
The M.I.B. is back, ain’t in my feelings
I’m up this bag, ain’t speakin’ to speak
I’m reppin’ my bands and keep to myself
All of the drama spreadin’ is bad.
​[Chorus]
Throw verses at me? Your verses are bad
We placin’ a bet, no takin’ it back
One hunid a slatt, I’ll own you in half
Your bars ain't no wake, throw them in the trash
I write all this—it’s just aftermath
Ain’t thinking too hard, I puff and sit back
I run up my rhymes until I go mad
But that is the art, reppin’ and rap.
​[Verse 2]
I study all day, I push from the past
I listen to this, I listen to that
I don’t cloud my mind, I try to step back
Y’all cloggin’ the game, you droppin’ too fast
You thinkin’ you hard? You thinkin’ you bad?
I give it a year, you’ll hear where you lack
And I was the same until I stood back
And studied the game... the game answered back.
​[Bridge]
Study real hard and push from the past
My judgment so clouded, I’m stuck in the trap
I’ll take your girl, her booty is fashion
Twerkin’ for cash 'cause I got a lot
No challenge for me, my drip is too hot.
​[Outro]
I’m bougie a lot
I walk like a boss and shuffle a lot
It’s just my flow, ain’t takin’ no notes
I’m reppin’ on low, I’m puffin’ on gold
I’m the newest goat...
Ayeee.

​[Intro]
Aye, ok... aye..
Heh... alright, listen up...
​[Hook]
Free my mind, free my thoughts
You a bitch, I don't stutter
I walk tall, big boy shit
AK clips, hunid rounds clutchin'
My opps, bringin' them down
Ain't fakin' this shit, you know it's just bizz
​[Verse]
I find out you snitch, yo ass in the ditch
Ain't pleadin' the fifth, I always hit hard
When you walk in my own city, no runnin' your mouth
Or it’s gonna get pretty
And got Miss Debbie, she strapped to the nine
And she pop that shizz and it got a new chime
I’m hard as shit, but I walk my line
It’s a fine ass line, betta keep in mind
My city don’t try... Miss Debbie aim high
My niggs aim high, my gramms aim high
Six rounds go by... we form a line and round them up
​[Chorus / Bridge]
I am the boss, but the gang’s family
I got enough money, I pay for my ma
I pay for my auntie, I pay for my cousin
I pay for my brother and pay for my gang
That’s big boy change, my pockets a safe
No chance at my bank, my numbers aren't fake
I’ll clutch at yo face, first put up a drape
With my Batman cape, can't fxxx with my rates
No win, no way... I’m a big boss and I pave my way
Don’t come at me, might meet your grave... ha.
​[Outro]
Straight up... we reppin'.