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

Yeah,
It's too long
way too long

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

You feel me 'til you want it so bad you tell yourself you're 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 rental cars that 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, that's a way of life
Apartment fifteen o three, couches and paintings
When you record with two others that want the things
Yeah, it start to feel better than home
And so you up there every you swear you getting close
champagne money was for gas and phone bills
But shit you bout to spend it on what matters
You a couple songs and hopes that you can beat a nigga
And come out every night to let the see the nigga
Telling stories nobody relate to
And even though they hate you they keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

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

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