Drake U With Me?

What these bitches want from a nigga? On some DMX shit I group DM my exes I tell 'em they belong to me, that goes on for forever And I think we just get closer when we're not together You tell me that I'm confusin' More immature than Marques Houston Cuts too deep for a band-aid solution We too deep in this thing, you'll never lose me LOLOL, I'm glad you find this shit amusin' Heard a lot about me 'fore we started off I know you heard that my pool parties like Mardi Gras I know you heard that my girl is sponsored by Audemars That's why she always correctin' me when my time is off And my house is the definition Of alcohol and weed addiction You got a different vision You wanna walk around naked in the kitchen Without runnin' into one of my niggas That's not the way we livin' Too much goin' on, it's just not realistic These days I don't talk 'bout them days like I miss 'em And you shouldn't miss 'em either, we different people But every time we speakin' It's like a lot of games bein' played How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? Yeah It's like a lot of games are bein' played How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? Yeah I wanna know how much time you spent on them paragraphs Where you're getting me All that grey in our conversation history, you Playin' mind games, when you sayin' things Playin' mime games, we both doin' the same thing Slide on a late night You like to slide on a late night You sent a "Are you here?" text without an invite That's that shit that I don't like We both slide on a late night Do things in our off time We both, yeah Made some mistakes, pon road Yeah, how's that for real? You toyin' with it like Happy Meal 3 dots, you thinkin' of a reaction still While you're typin', make sure you tell me What type of games are bein' played? How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? Yeah What type of games are bein' played? How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? Yeah Yeah, remember you was livin' at The London for a month Service elevator up to 4201 We was still a secret, couldn't come in through the front Girl, I had your back when all you used to do was front That's for sure though, I made a career off reminiscin' Time got a funny way of tickin', things are so much different I'll admit it, I've admitted to a lot of things Act like you know it, fuck them stories, fuck the shade they're throwin' Understand I got responsibilities to people that I need And on my way to make this dough A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they can take this flow A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they can take this flow Oh, oh Tryna give your ass the world You runnin' your fingers through my curls You knew me when the kid had waves But that's enough of that You could never say I came up and forgot about your ass And that's some real shit