Who You're Around (feat. Mary J. Blige)

Meek Mill

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    One night I prayed to God
    I asked could he please remove the enemies from my life
    And before you know it I started losing friends
    Somebody who you're around wants
    To clip your wings and shoot you down
    But its okay to keep enemies close
    As long as you know, just make sure you know who you're around

    [Verse 1: Meek mill]
    Y'all was like my brothers
    I considered y'all as folks
    And I remember nights sipping liquor making toasts
    Talking about the life, trying to get it slinging dope
    Niggas say I changed, but you niggas changed first
    And fuck all this money nigga, we was fam first
    Looking at me ballin, know that instagram hurt

    Cuz you was supposed to be that nigga in that damn ghost
    I would have rolled for you even in the same herse
    Same cemetary, burry me in the same dirt
    We had a plan, but I guess it ain't work
    "B.h we straight," that was the motto my nigga
    I got rich first, you was supposed to follow my nigga
    I'm gone

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    And dat nigga lil
    Shit I can't believe you (not you)
    That's what that syrup and that weed do?
    And when I came home I tried to feed you
    And every song I was yellin free you (free dat nigga lil)
    And if you bled I was down to bleed too
    Now when I ride by I breeze through
    I don't even stop, ain't a need to
    And you the one that left nigga, I ain't leave you
    Shit got realer, niggas got richer
    I said the money train coming, niggas missed it
    I even tried to spin back around to come and get you
    But niggas wanted more from me then my own sister

    They want more than my mother
    More than omelly, and that nigga like my brother
    Greedy motherfucker
    Crazy thing about it, I don't hate em, I still love em
    I might have said things, I never said fuck em
    But I'm a live my life, get the money, ball hard
    Still sending earned money for his calling cards
    Rick ain't complaining, he got life behind bars

    And he still calling me, bet you he ain't calling y'all
    Cuz none of y'all niggas ain't send him shit yet
    None of y'all niggas send him pics yet
    I'm still writing money orders, sending big checks
    And remember when it rains, niggas get wet
    Gone I still love niggas
    But its like we just grew apart
    If you don't grind, you don't shine
    Half my niggas still around, and we all shining hard
    Gone

    Song details

    Composition: Mary J Blige, King Crakk, Victoria, Meek Mill, and Pee Wee

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