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

You won't feel me until
Say they love you, but it's not
And suit is oxblood
And the you fucking hates you
And your friends off shots of
you ordered
Then about the game that you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass getting
Thicker than the does
And you forget her, that's when 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 with the
all your excessive needs
And you do at French Laundry in Napa Valley
Scallops and of Dolce
That shit up your alley
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 feeling like you own every place you to be at now
through airport security with your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, they keep on
Saying that feel you, nigga

Yeah,
It's too long
way too long

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

You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad you 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 overpriced cars that ain't tinted
You a minute, you got it
You its real when your latest nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up you get home, that's just a way of life
fifteen o three, some couches and paintings
When you record with two others that want the things
Yeah, it start to feel better than feels
And so you up there every night you you getting close
That money was for gas and phone bills
But shit you bout to spend it on what matters
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 that relate to
And even though they hate you they keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

I haven't been inside terminal one and three in so
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 is alcohol and city lights and slow songs
For four months out the year, it's got you what's good at home
What's at home?
The same hoes are at it, I shoulda known
My young niggas M's and sippin' dirty jones
children that all be reppin' Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she growing
Brand new titties, stitches still
Yeah and she praying that it heals good
I'm bout to and I'm just praying that it feels good
I really don't know much but I know a secret
They say more money problems, my nigga don't believe it
I mean sure there's some and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew six million on my self and I amazing
Young money maker, season ticket
Season over
I through them bitches still scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas older, I see no threat in Yoda
I'm out here over the lives of these niggas
couldn't fuck with my freshman flow
Look at that chip on your nephews shoulder
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My Junior and senior will only get
care nigga

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