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

You won't feel me until
Say they love you, but it's not
And your is oxblood
And the you fucking hates you
And your faded off shots of
What you
Then forget the game that you on top of
famous girlfriend ass keep getting
Thicker than the plot
And when you her, that's when she pop up
And you got a drop but you ride around the top up
Or get three SUVs for niggas dressed refugees
And with the questions
About all your excessive
And you do dinners at French Laundry in Valley
Scallops and glasses of
That right up your alley
You see a and you ask about her
Bitches at you, it must be happy hour
put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down
It's feeling like you own every place you to be at now
Walking through security with your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, they keep on
Saying that they feel you,

Yeah,
It's been too
Been way too

I've been too long
I've been faded too
I've been too long
Why it start? The ride
Why it start? 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 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 know its real when your nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, that's a way of life
Apartment 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 you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and bills
But shit you bout to it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs and hopes you can beat a nigga
And out every night to let the city see the nigga
Telling stories nobody relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya

I haven't inside terminal one and three in so long
I'm driving right up to it now, sure you got your coat on
That runway can be cold especially summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and city and slow songs
For four out the year, it's got you asking what's good at home
good at home?
The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda
My young niggas M's and sippin' dirty jones
Problem that all be reppin' 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 just praying it feels good
I really don't know much but shit I know a
They say more money more problems, my don't believe it
I mean sure there's some bills and I'm still evading
But I blew six on my self and I feel amazing
Young money maker, season holder
switching over
I come through them bitches still scorching as if I didn't
You niggas older, I see no threat in Yoda
I'm out here messing over the lives of these
That fuck with my freshman flow
Look at that fucking chip on your nephews
My sophomore I was all for it, all saw it
My Junior and senior only get meaner
Take care

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