Ft. Mary J. Blige
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One night I prayed to God
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I asked could He please remove my enemies from my life?
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And before you know it I start losing friends
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Somebody who you’re around
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Wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
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But it’s okay to keep your enemies close
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As long as you know
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Just make sure you know
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Who you’re around
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Y’all was like my brothers, I considered ya’s folks
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And I remember nights sippin liquor, making toasts
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Talkin bout the life, tryina get it, slingin dough
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And niggas say I changed but you niggas changed first
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And fuck all this money, nigga we was fin first
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Looking at me ballin, know that Instagram hurt
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Cause you was ‘pposed to be that nigga in that damn ghost
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I would’ve rowed for you even in the same hearse
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Same cemetery, bury me in the same dirt
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We had a plan but I guess it didn’t work
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Be age, we straight, that was the motto my nigga
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I got rich first, you was ‘pposed to follow, my nigga
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I’m gone
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Somebody who you’re around
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Wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
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But it’s okay to keep your enemies close
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As long as you know
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Just make sure you know
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Who you’re around
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In that nigga hell, shit I can’t believe you (not you)
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That’s what they said, up in that we do (we do)
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And when I came home I tried to feed you (feed you)
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In every song I was screaming free you (let that nigga live)
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And if you bled I was down to bleed too (bleed too)
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Now when I ride by I breeze through (breeze through)
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I don’t even stop, it ain’t no need to (nah)
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And you the one that left, nigga I ain’t leave you
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Shit got realer (realer), niggas got richer (richer)
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I said the money train coming (it’s coming)
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Niggas missed it (I did)
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I even tied to spin back around and come and get you
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But niggas wanted more form me than my own sister
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Somebody who you’re around
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Wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
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But it’s okay to keep your enemies close
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As long as you know
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Just make sure you know
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Who you’re around
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They wanted more than my mother
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More than O’Malley and that nigga like my brother
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Greedy motherfucker
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Crazy thing about it: I don’t hate him, I still love him
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And I might’ve said things, I never said fuck him
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But I’mma live my life, get the money, ball hard
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Still sending earned money for his calling cards
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Whipped and complaining, he got life behind bars
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And he’s calling me, bet he ain’t calling y’all
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Cuz none of y’all niggas ain’t send him shit yet
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None of y’all niggas ain’t send him pigs yet
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And still writing money, or did sending pick checks
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And remember when it rain, niggas get wet
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Go!
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Somebody who you’re around (I still love ya)
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Wants to clip your wings and shoot you down (but it’s just like we just grew apart)
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But it’s okay to keep your enemies close (you’re bright and you’ll shine)
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As long as you know (half of my niggas still around)
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Just make sure you know (and we are shining hard)
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Who you’re around (Go!)
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Who Your Around
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| Meek Mill |
