Correction Lyrics Good On Love by Future

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(Trey sold with this sh*t)
(Uh, Addy up and I'm ga**ed up, went to Transformers, geeked up)
Don't never go to sleep, he just brainstorm (Stay up, we love you, Perc)
Geeked, yeah, lean (Uh)
Phew, phew (Walk up)
They say, "More money, more problems," but no, I ain't no stoppin' no business, I'm still havin' that motion (Still havin' that motion, yeah)
Uh, uh (Big Walk Down), uh, uh (Can't fight that switch)
Better pray to God 'cause it hit

I run it up, I'm good on love 'cause I'm on drugs
He move exotic pack, tell lil' bruh 'nem, "Go slime 'em out just because"
If you kill a street n***a, get a dime, if you kill a rap n***a, get a dub
I got rich off a beat and some rhyme, never gon' tell what I made, I was drugged
Red key, no Cardi B, he ain't pull no robbery, f**k n***a ain't hard as me (Go)
Every n***a 'round me cutthroat, you must ain't never seen red before (Go)
All my life grew up in the trap, watched my great-grandma sell dope
N***a can't get with, so he gotta accept, sh*t, the J's still gon' roll

'Cause my family member turned zombie, n***a, watched my uncle get on that dope
Get too high, get to trippin', one stick and I hop out switch, Double hit the whole clip when he blow
Never failed on a mission when it come to spinnin', every n***a regret it for speakin' on Pope
Smokin' on who? (Uh-huh) Just let n***a know (Uh-huh), smoke your crew, deliver the smoke (Uh-huh, okay, okay)
Yeah, who runnin' sh*t? Who done it? (Uh) 'Round with the killer, hang with the zombie
High as a star, my pocket be huntin', just like a rockstar on a mission, n***a
My cap b*t*h won't come through, these choppers'll hit, that's a deadman, don't even miss
Upgraded my Glockies, I'm switchin' 'em up, you bougie as hell, now you pickin' 'em up (Uh)
I run it up, I'm good on love 'cause I'm on drugs
He move exotic pack, tell lil' bruh 'nem, "Go slime 'em out just because"
If you kill a street n***a, get a dime, if you kill a rap n***a, get a dub
I got rich off a beat and some rhyme, never gon' tell what I made, I was drugged
Red key, no Cardi B, he ain't pull no robbery, f**k n***a ain't hard as me (Go)
Every n***a 'round me cutthroat, you must ain't never seen red before (Go)
All my life grew up in the trap, watched my great-grandma sell dope
N***a can't get with, so he gotta accept, sh*t, the J's still gon' roll (Pluto)

I ran it up, I'm good on love 'cause I'm good on drugs
Posted up with Crips, post up with Bloods on a lil' bus
Kill a street n***a, get a Rolex, kill a rap n***a, get a Richard Mille and a buzz
Count all the racks to the murder, the driller, the killer, who wettin' sh*t up
I'm still cool in the hood with the hitters and leaders, who else? I can't have 'em chinchillas
I been movin' real swift for the substance, came out that mud that my diamonds invisible
I maneuver around the continent with some real ones that takin' sh*t digital
Comin' up where I'm from, it's a miracle
In the slums in a foreign vehicle
Changin' murder rate up like the climate
Different country, these b*t*hes be flyin' in
Think I'm poison, be livin' and dyin'
With this neck at you talking diamonds
Send a blitz like a defensive lineman
In the trap with the demons and lion
You a real one, they'd kill you for lyin'
Kick a b*t*h out the Phantom for cryin'
I run it up, I'm good on love 'cause I'm on drugs
He move exotic pack, tell lil' bruh 'nem, "Go slime 'em out just because"
If you kill a street n***a, get a dime, if you kill a rap n***a, get a dub
I got rich off a beat and some rhyme, never gon' tell what I made, I was drugged
Red key, no Cardi B, he ain't pull no robbery, f**k n***a ain't hard as me (Go)
Every n***a 'round me cutthroat, you must ain't never seen red before (Go)
All my life grew up in the trap, watched my great-grandma sell dope
N***a can't get with, so he gotta accept, sh*t, the J's still gon' roll

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