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I hate when say they feel 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 love you, but it's not
And your is oxblood
And the girl you hates you
And your faded off shots of
What you
Then about the game that you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass keep
than the plot does
And when you forget her, when she pop up
And you got a drop but you around with the top up
Or get three SUVs for niggas dressed like
And deal the questions
all your excessive needs
And you do at French Laundry in Napa Valley
and glasses of Dolce
That shit up your alley
You see a and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be happy
They put the cloth across your lap as you sat down
It's feeling you own every place you choose to be at now
Walking airport security with your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, they just on
that they feel you, nigga

Yeah,
It's too long
Been way too

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

You won't me 'til you want it so bad you tell yourself you're in it
And tell the world around you that paper work is finished
And steal your mothers debit so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced rental that ain't tinted
You a minute, you got it
You know its real your latest nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, just a way of life
Apartment fifteen o three, some and paintings
When you with two others that want the same things
Yeah, it start to better than home feels
And so you up there every night you swear you close
That champagne money was for gas and bills
But shit you to spend it on what matters most
You drop a songs and hopes that you can beat a nigga
And come out every to let the city see the nigga
stories that nobody relate to
And even though they 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, make sure you got coat on
That runway can be especially after summers rolled on
And all you knew is and city lights and slow songs
For four months out the year, got you asking what's good at home
What's good at
The hoes are still at it, I shoulda known
My young niggas M's and sippin' dirty jones
Problem children that all be reppin' Own
new girl, and she still growing
Brand new titties, stitches still
Yeah and she just praying it heals good
I'm bout to fuck and I'm just praying that it good
I really know much but shit I know a secret
They say more more problems, my nigga don't believe 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 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
That couldn't fuck with my freshman
Look at that chip on your nephews shoulder
My sophomore I was all for it, all saw it
My Junior and senior will only get
Take care

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