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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 feel me, if

You won't feel me until
Say love you, but it's not love
And your suit is
And the you fucking hates you
And friends 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 forget her, that's she pop up
And you got a but you ride around with the top up
Or get three SUVs for niggas like refugees
And deal the questions
About all excessive needs
And you do dinners at French Laundry in Napa
and glasses of Dolce
That shit right up your
You see a and you ask about her
smiling at you, it must be happy hour
They put the cloth across lap soon as you sat down
It's like you own every place you choose to be at now
Walking through airport security your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, just keep on
Saying that they you, nigga

Yeah,
It's been too
way too long

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

You won't 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 your mothers debit so you maintain an image
And ride in overpriced rental cars that ain't tinted
You a minute, you got it
You know its real when latest nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up you get home, that's just a way of life
Apartment fifteen o three, some and paintings
When you with two others that want the same things
Yeah, it start to better than home feels
And so you up there night you swear you getting close
champagne money was for gas and phone bills
But shit you bout to spend it on what most
You drop a couple songs and hopes that you can a nigga
And come out every night to let the city see the
Telling stories nobody relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you they 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 after summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and lights and slow songs
For four months out the year, it's got you asking what's at home
What's good at
The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda
My young niggas poppin' M's and sippin' dirty
Problem that all be reppin' Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she still
Brand new titties, stitches still
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 know much but I know a secret
They say money more problems, my nigga don't believe it
I mean sure some bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew six million on my and I feel amazing
money maker, season ticket holder
Season switching
I come through them bitches still 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 fuck with my freshman
Look at that fucking chip on your shoulder
My sophomore I was all for it, all saw it
My and senior will only get meaner
Take nigga

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