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Uh yeah F*ck on a bitch and she swallow it up Reckon I sit and not follow it up Time is not meant but I bottle it up Bitches get rich And they callin it luck Am I not it Look at the fit I don't be wronging The song in the glove Hit you and call me I'm following love Niggas that wrong me And lovers that hug I see y'all beside But I'm on a dove Chasing the money Bereaving the buzz You chasing the cat And I'm keeping a slug For niggas to know I ain't drowning in blood And they be just praying I die In the mud Surviving the guilt Cuz I know that I'm good And I feel yo presence I feel understood But I am not guilt I am not shame People get kilt Then it's fire to rain Dunno if I heal But I'm dying in pain Love I instill Raising the will Body to build So don't idol the strain I am not ill Don't confide in the game I'm cold as a chill Like a sinus to brain She chasing the dill But not able to live So I give her the chips And she lay with the steel Man of the ship And his way Or get drilled And I'm able to clutch In the lane On the wheel Niggas get punched I disable the pill I be drinking so much Got my way in the field Hadda put down all the drugs And my God imma trust Said you bound to get loved Don't like the way niggas rub off They hating They one-off You waking Now come off me Ian no bitch But I'll hit you on runway Suge in the tank But won't miss with the gunplay I ain't no trick But she staying here someway I ain't controlling But love on me someday You got me rolling I'll make it out one day Sippin the potion Till I see emotion I need me the ocean To get me to Monday Start it all over Range in the rover Heart like a nova You blowing it up F*ck on a bitch and she swallow it up Reckon I sit and not follow it up Time is not meant but I bottle it up Bitches get rich And they callin it luck Am I not it Look at the fit I don't be wronging The song in the glove Hit you and call me I'm following love