Tallahassee rapper Real Boston Richey had a smash on his hands months before announcing his upcoming album, Richey Rich.
The artist keeps his "paper long" amid personal turbulence on track "Help Me," which released in May. Produced by MacFly, the song peaked at No. 50 on the Billboard Hot 100.
Before Richey Rich arrives, check out the official "Help Me" lyrics, per Genius:
At this point, it's like I'm beggin'
Shit, if I gotta fight for love, then, shit
It's like I don't even, I don't even want it
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my n***a Doe, bah)
Help me
Baby, can you help me?
Baby, can you help me?
Baby, can you help me?
I'm tryna get my life together, leave these hoes alone
Pray to God I can leave the streets, this thuggin' shit gettin' more than old
Baby, please don't leave, but every day, her hеart get more than cold
I'm tired of pipin' thеse bitches up, on top of shit like provolone
I'm tryna run my digits up, at the same time, watch what them crackers on
Bitch, I call, you ain't pickin' up, what the fuck these hoes be on?
I just went bought fourteen acres, used to stay up in the mobile homes
Need a bad bitch with low body count to put my focus on
N***a, he tried to end my career, truth be told, I don't fuck with holmes
So many bad bitches up in here, which one of them I'm takin' home?
Bitch, I'm ballin' on all these n***s, same court that the Lakers on
I'm more wealthy than all these n****s, baby girl, my paper long
Do you love me? Do you trust me?
Say you got my back, but it's that paper got you wanna fuck me
Can I keep it real for a second, baby? Would you judge me?
I can't lie, I ain't been the same ever since them n***s stuck me
That shit corrupt me
I'ma get that get-back even if I get life, trust me
'Til the end, nigga, I'm kicked back in the cut poppin' up on bubbly
Look your n***a in the eyes and tell him I say he can't fuck with me
If I take her to my house, stick it in, that lil' bitch stuck with me
Lil' bitch playin' mind games, tryna trick my mindframe
You block me, bitch, I won't call you back, I promise it's just a mind thing
In that Hellcat, hit the gas, you hear that whine, ain't it?
Upped a hundred pack, I'm talkin' way before I got signed, baby
Why I ain't got no hit song yet? 'Cause I guess it ain't my time yet
Promise to stay down with this shit until my eyes go blind, yeah
Told you, bitch, I'm done with all that cheatin', stop that cryin', yeah
Same shit I said the last time, but I ain't done yet
Fuckin' another bitch, I told you I'm out here gettin' mon', yeah
Told you I'm on the way, but I'm still fuckin', bitch, I ain't cum yet
Bought you another whip, but you just speak on what I ain't done yet
Yeah, I cheated on you, but you were the realest bitch, I love that
Do you love me? Do you trust me?
Say you got my back, but it's that paper got you wanna fuck me
Can I keep it real for a second, baby? Would you judge me?
I can't lie, I ain't been the same ever since them n**** stuck me
That shit corrupt me
I'ma get that get-back even if I get life, trust me
'Til the end, n****, I'm kicked back in the cut poppin' up on bubbly
Look your n**** in the eyes and tell him I say he can't fuck with me
If I take her to my house, stick it in, that lil' bitch stuck with me