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

You feel me until everybody
Say they you, but it's not love
And suit is oxblood
And the girl you hates you
And friends faded off shots of
you ordered
Then forget about the that you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass getting
Thicker than the plot
And when you forget her, when she pop up
And you got a but you ride around with the top up
Or get SUVs for niggas dressed like refugees
And deal with the
About all your excessive
And you do at French Laundry in Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of
shit right up your alley
You see a girl and you ask her
smiling at you, it must be happy hour
They put the cloth across lap soon as you sat down
It's feeling you own every place you choose to be at now
Walking through airport security with your hat
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 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 it so bad you tell yourself you're in it
And tell the world around you that paper work is finished
And your mothers debit cards so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars that tinted
You a minute, you got it
You know its when your latest 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 others that want the things
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 spend it on what matters
You drop a couple songs and 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 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 right up to it now, make 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 months out the year, it's got you asking what's good 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 that all be reppin' Octobers Own
new girl, and she still growing
Brand new titties, stitches showing
Yeah and she just praying that it good
I'm to fuck and I'm just praying that it feels good
I really don't know but shit I know a secret
They say more money more problems, my don't believe it
I mean sure there's bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I six million on my self and I feel amazing
Young maker, season ticket holder
Season over
I through them bitches still scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas gettin' older, I see no in Yoda
I'm out here messing over the lives of these
That couldn't with my freshman flow
Look at that fucking chip on nephews shoulder
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My and senior will only get meaner
Take care

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