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Feels good to be
Yeah, yeah, uh

If I got you and my son and my god on my
What's the point of else ridin'?
It's so much on my mental, it's so much you on my mind
It's so much money and pussy, yeah, you'd think I'm goin'
I think it's... how blogs talk
Funny how many shows I had went to models walked
So many stories 'bout you and so-and-so who Harlem
It ain't too from Harlem, so take a guess
a jet so I can recollect
You say, What's up with you, baby?, I always say, next?
I mean is we in it for?
Revenge from your friends' circle like what did we for?
Tired of fancy dinners, I'm tired of diamond
I'm tired of hearin' if this nigga put hands on you
of tryna smile through shit that's affectin' us
Then I get to overthinkin' if I'm messin' up
Mac died and I couldn't talk, bear the thought
Two days before it, we was 'bout love and loss
Then he Ariana mama and newer songs
Never told a soul, but I knew he was dead all
You do to me
I all my songs about women I never keep
I hate when I have to lose 'em, I hate 'em when it's
You one of my six women that's in the
I makin' promises that I never keep
So promise to ever be too patient with me
Justine, me
Love and loyalty, that's over (Uh)
The devil be but God controllin' me (Uh)
Roc Nation dinners that 'bout Meek (Uh)
My God the realest (Uh), how we meet (Uh)

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Harlem Shake on these niggas, nah
ass niggas