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

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

Yeah,
It's been too
way too long

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

You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad you yourself you're in it
And tell the world around you that your paper work is
And steal your mothers debit so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars ain't tinted
You a minute, you got it
You know its when your latest nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, that's a way of life
Apartment fifteen o three, some couches and
you record with two others that want the same things
Yeah, it to feel better than home feels
And so you up there night you swear you getting close
That champagne was for gas and phone bills
But shit you bout to spend it on what matters
You drop a couple songs and that you can beat a nigga
And out every night to let the city see the nigga
stories that nobody relate to
And even though hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

I haven't been inside terminal one and three in so
I'm driving right up to it now, make sure you got your 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 good at home
What's at home?
The same hoes are still at it, I known
My young niggas M's and sippin' dirty jones
children that all be reppin' Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she growing
Brand new titties, stitches still
Yeah and she just praying it heals good
I'm bout to and I'm just praying that it feels good
I really don't much but shit 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 on my self and I feel amazing
Young money maker, ticket holder
Season over
I come through them bitches still 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 fuck with my freshman flow
Look at fucking chip on your nephews shoulder
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My and senior will only get meaner
Take care

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