Who Your Around - feat. 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 started losing friends

Somebody who you're around
Wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But it's okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know
Who you're around

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
You 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
'Cause you was supposed to be that nigga in that damn ghost
I would have rolled for you even in the same hearse
Same cemetery, bury 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

Somebody who you're around
Wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But it's okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know
Who you're around

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 screamin' 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, it 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 than my own sister
Damn

Somebody who you're around
Wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But it's okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know
Who you're around

They wanted 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
And I might have said things, I never said fuck 'em
But I'ma 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
'Cause none of y'all niggas ain't send him shit yet
None of y'all n*ggas send him pics yet
I'm still writing money orders, sending big checks
And remember when it rains, niggas get wet
Gone

Somebody who you're around
Wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But it's okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know
Who you're around