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

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

Yeah,
been too long
Been way too

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

You won't feel me 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 cards so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars 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 just a way of
Apartment o three, some couches and paintings
When you record with two others that want the things
Yeah, it start to feel better home feels
And so you up there every you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and bills
But you bout to spend it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs and that you can beat a nigga
And come out every night to let the city see the
stories that nobody relate to
And though they hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

I haven't inside terminal one and three in so long
I'm right up to it now, make sure you got your coat on
That runway can be cold 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 good at home
What's good at
The same hoes are still at it, I known
My young niggas poppin' M's and sippin' dirty
Problem children that all be Octobers Own
new girl, and she still growing
Brand new titties, stitches showing
Yeah and she just praying that it heals
I'm bout to fuck and I'm just praying that it good
I really don't much but shit I know a secret
They say more money more problems, my nigga don't it
I mean there's some bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew six million on my and I feel amazing
Young maker, season ticket holder
Season over
I come through them bitches still scorching as if I notice
You niggas older, I see no threat in Yoda
I'm out here messing over the of these niggas
That couldn't fuck with my freshman
Look at that fucking chip on your nephews
My sophomore I was all for it, 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 it start the ride?
Why won't it start ooh the