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

You won't me until everybody
Say they you, but it's not love
And your suit is
And the girl you fucking you
And your friends faded off of
What you
Then forget the game that you on top of
famous girlfriend ass keep getting
Thicker than the plot
And when you her, that's when she pop up
And you got a but you ride around with the top up
Or get three for niggas dressed like refugees
And deal with the
About all your needs
And you do dinners at Laundry in Napa Valley
and glasses of Dolce
That right 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 like you own every place you choose to be at now
Walking through airport with your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, they keep on
Saying that they you, nigga

Yeah,
It's too long
Been way too

I've been too long
been faded too long
I've been faded too
Why won't it start? The
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 paper work is
And steal your mothers debit cards so you an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars ain't tinted
You a minute, you got it
You know its real when latest nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, just a way of life
Apartment fifteen o three, couches and paintings
When you record with two that want the same things
Yeah, it start to feel better 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 matters most
You drop a couple songs and hopes you can beat a nigga
And come out every night to let the city see the
Telling stories that relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya

I haven't been inside one and three in so long
I'm driving right up to it now, sure you got your coat on
That runway can be cold 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 what's good at
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 still
Brand new titties, stitches showing
Yeah and she just praying that it heals
I'm bout to fuck and I'm just that it feels good
I really don't know but shit I know a secret
They say more money more problems, my nigga don't it
I mean sure there's some bills and taxes I'm still
But I blew six million on my self and I amazing
Young money maker, season holder
switching over
I come through them still scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas gettin' older, I see no in Yoda
I'm out here messing the lives of these niggas
That couldn't with my freshman flow
at that fucking chip on your nephews shoulder
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My Junior and senior will only get
care nigga

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