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

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

Yeah,
It's too long
Been way too

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

You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad you tell yourself 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 cars that 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
Apartment o three, some couches and paintings
you record with two others that want the same things
Yeah, it start to feel better home feels
And so you up every night you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and bills
But shit you to spend it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs and hopes you can beat a nigga
And come out night to let the city see the nigga
Telling stories that nobody to
And even they 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 right up to it now, make sure you got your coat on
That runway can be cold especially summers rolled on
And all you is alcohol and city lights and slow songs
For four out the year, it's got you asking what's good at home
What's at home?
The same are still at it, I shoulda known
My young niggas poppin' M's and sippin' jones
Problem that all be reppin' Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she still
Brand new titties, stitches still
Yeah and she just praying that it heals
I'm bout to fuck and I'm just praying that it good
I really know much but shit I know a secret
They say more money more problems, my nigga believe it
I mean sure there's some bills and I'm still evading
But I blew six million on my and I feel amazing
Young money maker, ticket holder
Season switching
I come through them bitches still as if I didn't notice
You niggas gettin' older, I see no threat in
I'm out here messing the lives of these niggas
That couldn't 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 will only get meaner
Take nigga

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