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

You won't feel me everybody
Say they you, but it's not love
And your suit is
And the girl you fucking you
And your faded off shots of
you ordered
Then forget about the that you on top of
famous girlfriend ass keep getting
Thicker than the does
And when you 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 the questions
About all your needs
And you do dinners at French in Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of
That shit up your alley
You see a and you ask about her
smiling at you, it must be happy hour
They put the across your lap soon as you sat down
It's feeling like you own every place you to be at now
Walking through airport with your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, just keep on
Saying that they you, nigga

Yeah,
It's too long
way too long

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

You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad you tell yourself in it
And the world around you that your paper work is finished
And steal your debit cards so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced cars that ain't tinted
You a minute, you got it
You know its real when your latest nights are your nights
The sun is up when you get home, that's just a way of
Apartment fifteen o three, some 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 night you swear you close
That champagne money was for gas and bills
But shit you bout to spend it on what matters
You drop a couple songs and hopes that you can a nigga
And out every night to let the city see the nigga
Telling that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you feel ya nigga

I haven't inside 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 cold especially after 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 at home?
The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda
My young poppin' 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 praying that it heals
I'm bout to fuck and I'm praying that it feels good
I really don't much but shit I know a secret
say more money more problems, my nigga don't believe it
I mean sure there's some bills and I'm still evading
But I six million on my self and I feel amazing
Young maker, season ticket holder
switching over
I come through them bitches scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas older, I see no threat in Yoda
I'm out messing over the lives of these niggas
That couldn't with my freshman flow
Look at that fucking chip on your shoulder
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My and senior will only get meaner
Take nigga

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