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Feels to be home
Yeah, yeah, uh

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

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

Harlem on these niggas, nah mean?
ass niggas