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I hate when people say feel me man, I hate that shit.
It'll be a long time before y'all me, if ever

You won't feel me until
Say love you, but it's not love
And your suit is
And the you fucking hates you
And your friends faded off of
What you
Then forget about the that you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass getting
Thicker the plot does
And you forget her, that's when she pop up
And you got a drop but you ride with the top up
Or get three for niggas dressed like refugees
And with the questions
About all your excessive
And you do dinners at French in Napa Valley
Scallops and of Dolce
shit right up your alley
You see a and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be happy
They put the across your lap soon as you sat down
It's feeling like you own place you choose to be at now
Walking through airport with your hat down
of getting a pat down, they just keep on
Saying that they you, nigga

Yeah,
It's been too
way too long

I've been too long
I've been faded too
been faded too long
Why won't it The ride
Why won't it The ride

You feel me 'til you want it so bad you tell yourself you're in it
And tell the world around you that your paper is finished
And steal your debit cards so you maintain an image
And ride in overpriced rental cars that ain't tinted
You a minute, you got it
You know its real when your nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up you get home, that's just a way of life
Apartment o three, some couches and paintings
you record with two others that want the same things
Yeah, it to feel better than home feels
And so you up there every night you you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and bills
But shit you bout to it on what matters most
You drop a couple and hopes that you can beat a nigga
And come out every night to let the city see the
Telling stories that nobody to
And even though hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

I been inside terminal one and three in so long
I'm driving right up to it now, sure you got your coat on
That can be cold especially after summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and city lights and slow
For four months out the year, it's got you asking good at home
good at home?
The same hoes are still at it, I known
My young niggas poppin' M's and dirty jones
Problem children all be reppin' Octobers Own
new girl, and she still growing
Brand new titties, stitches showing
Yeah and she just praying that it heals
I'm bout to and I'm just praying that it feels good
I really don't much but shit I know a secret
They say more money more problems, my nigga don't it
I mean sure some bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew six million on my self and I feel
Young money maker, season holder
Season over
I come through bitches still scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas gettin' older, I see no threat in
I'm out messing over the lives of these niggas
couldn't fuck with my freshman flow
Look at that chip on your nephews shoulder
My sophomore I was all for it, all saw it
My Junior and senior will get meaner
Take care

I'm still faded, faded, faded, (the ride)
Why won't it start the
Why won't it the ride?
Why won't it ooh the ride?