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I hate when
I hate when people say they feel me man
I hate that shit
It'll be a long time before y'all feel me
If ever
For real
You won't feel me
'Til everybody say they love you
But it's not love
And your suit is oxblood
And the girl you girl fuckin' hates you
And your friends faded off
Shots of
What you ordered to forget about
The game that you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass
Keep gettin' thicker than the plot does
And when you forget her
That's when she pop up
And you got a drop
But you ride around with the top up
I get 3 suv's
For niggas dressed like refugees
And deal with the questions
About all your excessive needs
And you do dinners at french laundry
And napa valley
Scallops and glasses of dolce
That shit right up your alley
You see a girl
And you ask about her
Bitches smiling at ya'
It must be happy hour
They put the cloth across your lap
Soon as you sat down
It's feeling like you own
Every place you chose to be at now
Walking through airport security
With your hat down
'stead of gettin' a pat down
They just keep on saying that they feel ya nigga
Yeah
It's been too long
Been way too long
I'm faded too long, oh
Still I'm faded too long, oh
Still I've been faded too long, oh
I feel like I'm faded too long
The ride
You won't feel me
'Till you want it so bad
You tell yourself you're in it
And tell the world around you
That your paper work is finished
And steal your mothers debit cards
So you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars that aint tinted
You need a minute
You got it
You know its real
When your latest nights
Are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home
That's just a way of life
Apartment 50
No threesomes couches or paintings
When you record with 2 others
That want the same things
Yeah
It start to feel better than home feels
And so you up there every night
You swear you getting close
That champagne money was
For gas and phone bills
But shit you bout to spend it on
What matters most
You drop a couple songs
And hopes that you can beat a nigga
And come out every night
To let the city see the nigga
Telling stories that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you
They just keep on telling you
They feel ya nigga
I'm faded too long, oh
Still I'm faded too long, oh
Still I've been faded too long, oh
I feel like I'm faded too long
The ride
I haven't been inside terminal 1 and 3
In so long
I'm driving right up to it now
Make sure you got your coat on
That runway can be cold
Especially after summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol
And city lights and slow songs
For four months out the year
Has got you asking what's good at home
What's good at home?
The same hoes are still at it
I shoulda known
My young niggas poppin' m's
And sippin' dirty jones
Problem children
That all be reppin'
Octobers own
Brand new girl
And she still growing
Brand new titties
Stitches still showing
Yeah
And she just praying that the heals good
I'm bout to fuck
And I'm just praying that it feels good
I really don't know much
But shit I know a secret
They say more money more problems
My nigga don't believe it
I mean sure there's some bills
And taxes I'm still evading
But I blew 6 million on my self
And I feel amazing
Young money maker
Season ticket holder
Season switching over
I come through
Them bitches still scorching
As if I didn't notice
You niggas gettin' older
I see no threat in yoda
I'm out here messing over
The lives of these niggas
That couldn't fuck with my freshman flow
Look at that fucking chip
On your nephews shoulder
My sophomore I was all for it
They all saw it
My junior and senior
Will only get meaner
Take care nigga
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