Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Your Around , by - Meek Mill. Release date: 25.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who Your Around |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |