Dolphin Talk, Stephen Niday - ​thin line between love & hate lyrics

Yeah, yeah
(Stephen made the beat and it's next)
Real Rx yeah

Cut my last bitch off, she on some bullshit
Focused on the bag
Ain't worried 'bout bullshit
You pullin' Instagram stunts
Doin' bullshit
Lyin', sayin' a bunch of bullshit
Two wrongs ain't never gon' make shit right
Bitch thinks she's Laila Ali in a fight
I'm on a pill, you finna fuck up my night
I ain't doin' tit-for tat
Goin' back and forth
Walked dead out your life and closed the door
I don't know one bill you
Could pay with love
Instead of movin' forward
You'd rather hold a grudge
This shit'll get uglier than The Grudge
You movin' like you cool with the judge
Do anything you can to see me fucked up
I ain't gon' lie
That right there fucked up
'Causе I do my best to see you up

Hell nah, I'm not finna pull a femalе stunt
I can't be the nigga every female want
I walk in this bitch like
"What's goin' on?"
You'll hold it in instead of
Tellin' me what's wrong
Every nigga done been in my shoes before
Yeah, I love you, I just can't do it no more
Everything was Gucci in the beginning
Nothing lasts forever, who was I kiddin'?
I still think about you and
Get in my feelings take Percocet
I don't think about you no more
I ain't buyin' na'an bitch
No Christian Dior
Bitch ain't even Christian but
Want Christian Dior
Bitches got their priorities fucked up
Bitches got their mentalities fucked up
Takin' me for granted, swear you fucked up
They say, "Y'all broke up?"
Nah, she broken, i'm up
Lean in my stomach, got me holdin' my gut

I was all alone, ain't have nowhere to run
I told you some shit I never told my mom
Thought you was solid, thought we had a bond
You was supposed to do anything
To protect the brand
You was supposed to do anything
To protect your man
Yeah, you looked out for me
When I was fucked up
But you act like you always
Had a helping hand
Like I ain't get on my feet
And run up them bands
Crash the foreign and buy another one again
Yeah, ask the corner boy
I'm not one of them
Kick in a nigga's trap and I'm runnin' in
You don't understand shit that
I've been through, bitch
I ain't even really tryin' to offend you
Bitch
Can't fix my mouth to say I miss you, bitch
Nothin' but success, what I wish you, bitch
I'm not a bitter-ass
Salty-ass hatin' nigga
I'm not no fraud-ass fakin' nigga

I wish shit would've went a different route
No matter how hard we tried
We couldn't figure it out
I walk in this bitch like I figured it out
My name not on the lease
So you kickin' me out
Say you love me to death
When I'm dickin' you down skip town
I ain't thinkin' 'bout stickin' around
I'll pack my shit, then my mama's house
I'll sleep on the couch at my mama's house
Why my bitch gon' tell me
To get out the house
I go in with you on every
Damn bill in the house

Yeah, real Rx
It's a thin line between love and hate yeah
Real Rx