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

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

Yeah,
It's been too
Been way too

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

You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad you tell you're in it
And tell the world around you that your paper work is
And steal mothers debit cards so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain't
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 just a way of
Apartment fifteen o three, some couches and
When you record with two others 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 you bout to spend it on what matters most
You drop a songs and hopes that you can beat a nigga
And come out night to let the city see the nigga
Telling that nobody relate to
And even though hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

I been inside terminal one and three in so long
I'm driving up to it now, make sure you got your coat on
That 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, got you asking what's good at home
What's good at
The hoes are still at it, I shoulda known
My young niggas poppin' M's and dirty jones
Problem children all be reppin' Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she still
new titties, stitches still showing
Yeah and she just that it heals good
I'm bout to fuck and I'm just praying that it feels
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 there's some bills and I'm still evading
But I blew six million on my self and I feel
Young money maker, season holder
switching over
I come through them bitches still scorching as if I notice
You niggas gettin' older, I see no in Yoda
I'm out here messing over the lives of niggas
That fuck with my freshman flow
at that fucking chip on your nephews shoulder
My sophomore I was all for it, all saw it
My Junior and senior only get meaner
care nigga

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