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

You feel me until everybody
Say they love you, but not love
And your suit is
And the you fucking hates you
And your friends faded off of
you ordered
Then forget about the that you on top of
Your girlfriend ass keep getting
Thicker than the plot
And when you forget her, when she pop up
And you got a drop but you ride with the top up
Or get SUVs for niggas dressed like refugees
And with the questions
About all excessive needs
And you do dinners at French in Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of
That shit up your alley
You see a girl and you ask her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be hour
They put the cloth your lap soon as you sat down
It's feeling like you own place you choose to be at now
Walking airport security with your hat down
Instead of a pat down, they just keep on
that they feel you, nigga

Yeah,
It's been too
way too long

I've faded too long
I've faded too long
been faded too long
Why it start? 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 you that your paper work is finished
And steal your mothers 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, some couches and
When you record with two others want the same things
Yeah, it start to better than home feels
And so you up there every night you you getting close
That champagne was for gas and phone bills
But shit you bout to it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs and that you can beat a nigga
And come out every to let the city see the nigga
Telling stories nobody relate to
And even though hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

I haven't been inside one and three in so long
I'm driving up to it now, make sure you got your coat 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 what's at home
What's good at
The same are still at it, I shoulda known
My young niggas poppin' M's and dirty jones
Problem that all be reppin' Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she still
Brand new titties, still showing
and she just praying that it heals good
I'm bout to fuck and I'm just praying that it feels
I really don't know much but shit I know a
They say more money problems, my nigga don't believe it
I sure there's some bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew six on my self and I feel amazing
Young money maker, season ticket
Season switching
I come through 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 these
That couldn't fuck with my freshman
Look at that fucking chip on your shoulder
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My Junior and senior only get meaner
care nigga

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