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

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

Yeah,
It's been too
way too long

I've been too long
been faded too long
I've been too long
Why won't it start? The
Why won't it 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 is finished
And steal your mothers debit cards so you an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain't
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, just a way of life
Apartment fifteen o three, couches and paintings
When you record two others that want the same things
Yeah, it start to feel than home feels
And so you up every night you swear you getting close
That champagne was for gas and phone bills
But shit you to spend it on what matters most
You drop a couple and hopes that you can beat a nigga
And come out night to let the city see the nigga
Telling stories that nobody 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 up to it now, make sure you got your coat on
That runway can be especially after summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and city lights and slow
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 children that all be Octobers Own
new girl, and she still growing
Brand new titties, still showing
Yeah and she praying that it heals good
I'm bout to fuck and I'm praying that it feels good
I don't know much but shit I know a secret
They say more money more problems, my nigga believe it
I mean sure there's bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew six on my self and I feel amazing
money maker, season ticket holder
Season over
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 nephews shoulder
My sophomore I was all for it, all saw it
My Junior and will only get meaner
care nigga

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