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

You won't me until everybody
Say they love you, but not love
And your suit is
And the girl you fucking you
And friends faded off shots of
you ordered
Then forget about the game 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 around with the top up
Or get three SUVs for niggas like refugees
And deal the questions
About all your needs
And you do at French Laundry in Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of
That shit right up your
You see a and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be happy
They put the cloth your 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
Instead of getting a pat down, they just on
Saying that they feel you,

Yeah,
It's been too
way too long

I've been faded too
I've faded too long
I've been faded too
Why it start? The ride
Why it start? The ride

You feel me 'til you want it so bad you tell yourself you're in it
And tell the world around you that your work 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 latest 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 same
Yeah, it to feel better than home feels
And so you up every night you swear you getting close
That champagne was for gas and phone bills
But shit you bout to spend it on what most
You drop a couple and hopes that you can beat a nigga
And come out every night to let the city see the
Telling that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you feel ya nigga

I haven't been inside terminal one and in so long
I'm driving right up to it now, make sure you got coat on
That runway can be especially after summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and city and slow songs
For four months out the year, it's got you asking what's good at
good at home?
The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda
My young niggas poppin' M's and sippin' jones
Problem children all be reppin' Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she growing
new titties, stitches still showing
Yeah and she just praying that it heals
I'm bout to fuck and I'm just praying that it good
I don't know much 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 I'm still evading
But I blew six on my self and I feel amazing
Young money maker, ticket holder
switching over
I through them bitches still scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas older, I see no threat in Yoda
I'm out here messing over the lives of niggas
That couldn't with my freshman flow
Look at that fucking on your nephews shoulder
My sophomore I was all for it, all saw it
My Junior and will only get meaner
Take nigga

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