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

You won't me until everybody
Say they you, but it's not love
And your is oxblood
And the you fucking hates you
And your faded off shots of
you ordered
Then forget the game that you on top of
famous girlfriend ass keep getting
Thicker than the plot
And when you her, that's when she pop up
And you got a drop but you around with the top up
Or get three SUVs for niggas like refugees
And deal with the
About all excessive needs
And you do dinners at French in Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of
shit right up your alley
You see a girl and you ask her
Bitches at you, it must be happy hour
They put the cloth your lap soon as you sat down
feeling like you own every place you choose to be at now
Walking airport security with your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, just keep on
Saying they feel you, nigga

Yeah,
It's been too
way too long

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

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 is finished
And steal mothers debit cards so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars 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, just a way of life
fifteen o three, some couches and paintings
When you record with two others that want the same
Yeah, it start to feel than home feels
And so you up every night you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and phone
But shit you bout to spend it on matters most
You drop a couple songs and hopes that you can a nigga
And come out every night to let the city see the
Telling that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you feel ya nigga

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

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