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Feels to be home
Yeah, yeah, uh

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

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

Harlem on these niggas, nah mean?
Bitch ass