Real Boston Richey - Baby can you help me

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 nigga Doe boy
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 heart get more than cold
I'm tired of pipin' these bitches up I'm toppin' 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