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

You won't feel me everybody
Say they love you, but it's not
And suit is oxblood
And the you fucking hates you
And friends faded off shots of
What you
Then forget the game that you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass 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 SUVs for niggas dressed like refugees
And with the questions
all your excessive needs
And you do dinners at French Laundry in Napa
Scallops and glasses of
That shit right up alley
You see a girl and you ask her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be happy
They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat
It's like you own every place you choose to be at now
Walking through airport security your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, just keep on
Saying that feel you, nigga

Yeah,
It's been too
way too long

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

You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad you yourself you're in it
And the world around you that your paper work is finished
And steal your mothers debit 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 when you get home, that's a way of life
Apartment fifteen o three, some and paintings
you record with two others that want the same things
Yeah, it start to feel better than feels
And so you up there night you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and phone
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 see the nigga
Telling stories that nobody to
And even though they you they just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

I haven't been inside one and three in so long
I'm driving right up to it now, make sure you got coat on
That can be cold especially after summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and city lights and songs
For four months out the year, it's got you asking what's good at
What's good at
The same are still 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
Brand new titties, still showing
Yeah and she just praying that it heals
I'm bout to fuck and I'm just that it feels good
I really don't know much but shit I 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 and I feel amazing
Young money maker, season holder
switching over
I come through them bitches scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas older, I see no threat in Yoda
I'm out here over the lives of these niggas
That couldn't with my freshman flow
Look at that fucking on your nephews shoulder
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My Junior and senior will get meaner
care nigga

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