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

You feel me until everybody
Say they you, but it's not love
And your is oxblood
And the girl you hates you
And your faded off shots of
What you
Then forget the game that you on top of
Your famous ass keep getting
Thicker than the plot
And you forget her, that's when she pop up
And you got a but you ride around with the top up
Or get three SUVs for dressed like refugees
And with the questions
About all your needs
And you do at French Laundry in Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of
That shit right up alley
You see a and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be hour
They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat
It's feeling like you own every you choose to be at now
Walking airport security with your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, they keep on
that they feel you, nigga

Yeah,
It's been too
way too long

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

You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad you tell yourself in it
And tell the world around you that your paper work is
And steal your mothers debit cards so you maintain an
And ride around in overpriced cars that ain't tinted
You a minute, you got it
You know its real when latest 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
When you record with two others that want the things
Yeah, it start to feel than home feels
And so you up there every night you swear you getting
That champagne was for gas and phone bills
But shit you bout to it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs and hopes you can beat a nigga
And come out every night to let the city see the
stories that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you they just on telling you they feel ya nigga

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

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