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

You won't me until everybody
Say they love you, but not love
And your is oxblood
And the girl you hates you
And your friends off shots of
What you
Then forget about the game you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass getting
Thicker than the plot
And when you forget her, that's she pop up
And you got a drop but you ride around the top up
Or get three SUVs for dressed like refugees
And deal with the
About all your needs
And you do at French Laundry in Napa Valley
and glasses of Dolce
That shit right up alley
You see a and you ask about her
Bitches at you, it must be happy hour
put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down
It's feeling you own every 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
Been way too

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

You won't feel me 'til you it so bad you tell yourself you're in it
And tell the world around you your paper work is finished
And steal your mothers debit so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars that 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 there every you swear you getting close
That money was for gas and phone 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 see the nigga
Telling that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

I haven't been terminal one and three in so long
I'm driving right up to it now, make you got your coat on
That runway can be especially after summers rolled on
And all you is alcohol and city lights and slow songs
For four months out the year, it's got you asking good at home
good at home?
The same are still at it, I shoulda known
My young niggas M's and sippin' dirty jones
Problem children all be reppin' Octobers Own
new girl, and she still growing
Brand new titties, still showing
Yeah and she just praying that it good
I'm bout to and I'm just praying that it feels good
I really know much but shit I know a secret
They say money more problems, my nigga don't believe it
I mean there's some bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew six million on my and I feel amazing
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 messing over the lives of niggas
couldn't fuck with my freshman flow
Look at that fucking chip on your shoulder
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My Junior and senior will get meaner
Take care

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