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Feels good to be
Yeah, yeah, uh

If I got you and my son and my god on my
the point of anybody 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
how many shows I had went to where models walked
So many stories 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, next?
I mean is we in it for?
Revenge your friends' circle like what did we enter for?
of fancy dinners, I'm tired of diamond ballin'
I'm tired of hearin' 'bout if nigga put hands on you
Tired of smile through shit that's affectin' us
Then I get to if I'm here messin' up
Mac died and I couldn't talk, bear the thought
Two before it, we was talkin' 'bout love and loss
he mentioned Ariana mama and newer songs
Never told a soul, but I knew he was dead all
You do to me
I write all my about women I never keep
I hate when I have to lose 'em, I hate 'em it's deep
You one of my six women that's in the
I hate makin' promises that I keep
So to never ever be too patient with me
Justine, me
Love and loyalty, that's honesty (Uh)
The be talkin' 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