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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 stuck on my mental, it's so much you on my mind
so much money and pussy, yeah, you'd think I'm goin' blind
I think it's... how blogs talk
Funny how many shows I had went to where models
So many 'bout you and so-and-so who from Harlem
It ain't too many from Harlem, so a guess
a jet so I can recollect
You say, What's up with you, baby?, I say, What's next?
I what is we in it for?
Revenge from your friends' circle like what did we for?
Tired of fancy dinners, I'm of diamond ballin'
I'm tired of hearin' 'bout if this nigga put on you
Tired of tryna smile through shit that's us
Then I get to if I'm here messin' up
Mac died and I couldn't talk, couldn't the thought
Two days it, we was talkin' 'bout love and loss
he mentioned Ariana mama and newer songs
Never told a soul, but I he was dead all along
You do to me
I write all my about women I never keep
I hate when I have to lose 'em, I hate 'em when it's
You one of my six that's in the east
I hate makin' promises I never keep
So to never ever be too patient with me
Justine, me
and loyalty, that's over honesty (Uh)
The devil be talkin' but God me (Uh)
Roc Nation that inquire '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 niggas, nah mean?
Bitch ass