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

You feel me until everybody
Say they love you, but it's not
And your is oxblood
And the girl you fucking you
And your friends off shots of
What you
Then about the game that you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass getting
Thicker than the does
And when you forget her, when she pop up
And you got a but you ride around with the top up
Or get three SUVs for dressed like refugees
And deal the questions
About all your excessive
And you do dinners at French in Napa Valley
and glasses of Dolce
That shit right up your
You see a and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be hour
They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat
It's feeling like you own every place you to be at now
Walking airport security with your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, just keep on
Saying that feel you, nigga

Yeah,
been too long
Been way too

I've faded too long
been faded too long
I've been faded too
Why won't it The ride
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 paper work is finished
And steal your mothers debit cards so you maintain an
And ride around in overpriced rental 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 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 to feel better than home feels
And so you up there every night you swear you close
That money 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 out every night to let the city see the nigga
Telling stories nobody relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on you they feel ya nigga

I haven't inside terminal one and three in so long
I'm driving right up to it now, make sure you got your on
That runway can be cold especially after summers on
And all you is alcohol and city lights and slow songs
For four months out the year, it's got you asking good at home
What's at home?
The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda
My niggas poppin' M's and sippin' dirty jones
Problem children that all be Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she growing
Brand new titties, still 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 much but shit I a secret
They say more money more problems, my nigga believe it
I mean sure there's some and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew six million on my self and I feel
Young maker, season ticket holder
Season switching
I come through bitches still 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 fuck with my freshman
at that fucking chip on your nephews shoulder
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My Junior and senior will get meaner
Take nigga

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