[Intro: Meek Mill]
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One Night I prayed to God
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I asked could he please remove the enemies from my life
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And before you know it I started losing friends
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[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
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Somebody who you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
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But its okay to keep enemies close
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As long as you know, just make sure you know who you're around
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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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Y'all was like my brothers
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I considered y'all as folks
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And I remember nights sipping liquor making toasts
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Talking about the life, trying to get it slinging dope
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Niggas say I changed, but you niggas changed first
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And fuck all this money nigga, we was fam first
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Looking at me ballin, know that instagram hurt
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Cuz you was supposed to be that nigga in that damn ghost
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I would have rolled for you even in the same herse
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Same cemetary, burry me in the same dirt
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We had a plan, but I guess it ain't work
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"B.H we straight," that was the motto my nigga
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I got rich first, you was supposed to follow my nigga
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I'm gone
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
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And Dat Nigga Lil
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Shit I can't believe you (not you)
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That's what that syrup and that weed do?
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And when I came home I tried to feed you
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And every song I was yellin free you (Free Dat Nigga Lil)
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And if you bled I was down to bleed too
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Now when I ride by I breeze through
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I don't even stop, ain't a need to
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And you the one that left nigga, I ain't leave you
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Shit got realer, niggas got richer
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I said the money train coming, niggas missed it
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I even tried to spin back around to come and get you
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But niggas wanted more from me then my own sister
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
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They want more than my mother
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More than Omelly, and that nigga like my brother
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Greedy motherfucker
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Crazy thing about it, I don't hate em, I still love em
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I might have said things, I never said fuck em
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But I'm a live my life, get the money, ball hard
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Still sending earned money for his calling cards
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Rick ain't complaining, he got life behind bars
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And he still calling me, bet you 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 send him pics yet
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I'm still writing money orders, sending big checks
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And remember when it rains, niggas get wet
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Gone
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[Hook]
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[Outro: Meek Mill]
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I still love niggas
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But its like we just grew apart
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If you don't grind, you don't shine
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Half my niggas still around, and we all shining hard
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Gone
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Who You're Around
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| Meek Mill |
