False Publication - Gamblin'

Speaking on my name
That's why your bitch became a fan of me
Reaping on my fame
That's why your bitch is in some shambles, B
Get rich up off this shit
And then I'm going to move my family
Get rich up off this shit
Get it, get it we not gambling
Speaking on my name
That's why your bitch became a fan of me
Reaping on my fame
That's why your bitch is in some shambles, B
Get rich up off this shit
And then I'm going to move my family
Get rich up off this shit
Get it, get it we not gambling

Into the badlands we go
Double blades, double fade, yeah
I'm just a man with an ego
Give me grace, give me praise, yeah
Hop on the Amtrak and we go
Through the gates, through the states, yeah
I'm taking charge no free throws
I think I got a bonus coming in
What is it about that faking a smile
The tears on the road all alone for some miles
Pearl links grab veins on my wrist
Grip grain like the wheel in the whip
I won't let them in lock sturdy as shit
Feeling the drive I could birdie this shit
Down to a T I've been flirting with six
Points on the board how I'm murking this bitch
Down to a T
How I been murking this bitch
Down to a T
Down to a T yeah I've been flirting with six
Points on the board
Points on the board how I've been murking this bitch
Points on the board
Yeah, ok
You giving me chills you giving me goosebumps
Pills don't mix with booze, huh
Kills, I don't want to lose you
If I got to choose, you know that I'll choose you
Merry-go-round
Praying my guardian angel around
Keep me in check and doing what I can
But you know angels never really land

Can you hear me now
For what's in store
I ain't see you in a little while
I'm at your door
Can you let me in
And whatever it's for
If I see you again

Speaking on my name
That's why your bitch became a fan of me
Reaping on my fame
That's why your bitch now in some shambles, B
Get rich up off this shit
And then I'm going to move my family
Get rich up off this shit
Get it, get it we not gambling
Speaking on my name
That's why your bitch became a fan of me
Reaping on my fame
That's why your bitch now in some shambles, B
Get rich up off this shit
And then I'm going to move my family
Get rich up off this shit
Get it, get it we not gambling

Written by:
Devin Smith, Eric Henkes, Jack Dwyer

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