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

You won't feel me everybody
Say they love you, but it's not
And your is oxblood
And the girl you fucking you
And your faded off shots of
What you
Then forget about the that you on top of
famous girlfriend ass keep getting
Thicker than the does
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 with the questions
About all your needs
And you do dinners at French Laundry in Valley
and glasses of Dolce
That right up your alley
You see a and you ask about her
smiling at you, it must be happy hour
They put the across your lap soon as you sat down
It's feeling like you own place you choose to be at now
Walking through airport security with your hat
Instead of getting a pat down, just keep on
that they feel you, nigga

Yeah,
It's too long
way too long

I've been faded too
been faded too long
I've been too long
Why it start? 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 around you your paper work is finished
And steal your mothers cards so you maintain an image
And ride around in rental 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 fifteen o three, some couches and
When you record with two others that the same things
Yeah, it to feel better than home feels
And so you up there every you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and phone
But you bout to spend it on what matters most
You drop a couple and hopes that you can beat a nigga
And come out every night to let the see the nigga
Telling stories nobody relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you they ya nigga

I haven't been 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 especially after summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and city and slow songs
For months out the year, it's got you asking what's good at home
What's good at
The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda
My niggas poppin' M's and sippin' dirty jones
children that all be reppin' Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she growing
Brand new titties, stitches showing
Yeah and she just praying it heals good
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 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 and I feel amazing
Young money maker, season holder
switching over
I come through them still scorching 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 with my freshman flow
Look at that fucking chip on your nephews
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My and senior will only get meaner
care nigga

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