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