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

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

Yeah,
been too long
Been way too

I've been too long
I've 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 that paper work is finished
And steal mothers debit 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 your latest nights are your greatest 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 others that want the same
Yeah, it start to feel better than feels
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 that you can beat a nigga
And out every night to let the city see the nigga
Telling that nobody relate to
And though they hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

I haven't been inside terminal one and three in so
I'm driving up to it now, make sure you got your coat on
That runway can be cold especially 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 at home
What's at home?
The same hoes are at it, I shoulda known
My young poppin' M's and sippin' dirty jones
Problem children that all be Octobers Own
new girl, and she still growing
Brand new titties, still showing
Yeah and she just praying that it good
I'm bout to fuck and I'm praying that it feels good
I really don't know much but shit I know a
They say more more problems, my nigga don't believe it
I mean 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 ticket
Season over
I come through them bitches scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas older, I see no threat in Yoda
I'm out here messing over the of these niggas
That couldn't fuck my freshman flow
Look at that fucking on your nephews shoulder
My sophomore I was all for it, all saw it
My Junior and senior will only get
Take care

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