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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 stuck on my mental, it's so much you on my
It's so money and pussy, yeah, you'd think I'm goin' blind
I think it's... funny how talk
how many shows I had went to where models walked
So many stories 'bout you and so-and-so who Harlem
It too many 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 mean what is we in it
Revenge from your circle like what did we enter for?
Tired of fancy dinners, I'm 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 overthinkin' if I'm here up
Mac died and I couldn't talk, bear the thought
Two days before it, we was talkin' 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 write all my songs about women I keep
I hate when I have to 'em, I hate 'em when it's deep
You one of my six women that's in the
I hate makin' promises that I never
So promise to never ever be too patient me
Justine, me
Love and loyalty, that's honesty (Uh)
The devil be but God controllin' me (Uh)
Roc Nation that inquire 'bout Meek (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