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I hate people say they 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 you, but it's not love
And suit is oxblood
And the girl you hates you
And your friends off shots of
you ordered
Then forget about the game you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass getting
Thicker the plot does
And you forget her, that's when she pop up
And you got a drop but you ride around the top up
Or get three SUVs for dressed like refugees
And deal with the
About all your excessive
And you do dinners at French in Napa Valley
Scallops and of Dolce
shit 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 soon as you sat
It's feeling you own every place you choose to be at now
through airport security with your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, just keep on
Saying that feel you, nigga

Yeah,
It's been too
way too long

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

You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad you tell yourself in it
And tell the world around you your paper work is finished
And your mothers debit 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 nights are your nights
The sun is up when you get home, just a way of life
fifteen o three, some couches and paintings
When you record with two that want the same things
Yeah, it start to feel better than home
And so you up there every night you swear you close
That champagne was for gas and phone bills
But shit you to spend it on what matters most
You drop a songs and hopes 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 just keep on telling you feel ya nigga

I haven't been inside one and three in so long
I'm right up to it now, make sure you got your coat on
runway can be cold especially after summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and lights and slow songs
For four months out the year, it's got you asking what's good at
What's at home?
The hoes are still at it, I shoulda known
My young niggas poppin' M's and dirty jones
Problem children all be reppin' Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she growing
Brand new titties, stitches still
Yeah and she just praying that it heals
I'm bout to and I'm just praying that it feels good
I really don't much but shit I know a secret
say more money more problems, my nigga don't believe it
I sure there's some bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew six million on my self and I amazing
Young money maker, season holder
Season switching
I come through them bitches still scorching as if I notice
You niggas gettin' older, I see no threat in
I'm out here messing over the lives of these
That couldn't with my freshman flow
Look at that chip on your nephews shoulder
My sophomore I was all for it, all saw it
My Junior and senior only 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 ooh the ride?