text: I hate when, I hate when people say they feel me man
  I hate that shit
  It’ll be a long time before yall feel me, if ever
  For real
  You won’t feel me till everybody
  Say they love you, but it’s not love
  And your suit is oxblood
  And the girl you fucking hates you
  And your friends faded off shots of
  What you ordered to forget about the game that you on top of
  Your famous girlfriends ass keep getting thicker than a plot does
  And when you forget it, thats when she pop up
  And you got a drop but you ride around with the top up
  Or get three SUVs for niggas dressed like refugees
  And deal with the questions about all your excessive needs
  And you do dinners at French Laundry in Napa Valley
  Scallops and glasses of Dolce, that shits right up your alley
  You see a girl and you ask about her
  Bitches smiling at you, 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 choose to be at now
  Walking through airport security with your hat down
  Instead of getting a pat down, they just keep on
  Saying that they feel you, nigga
  Ive been faded too long
  Ive been faded too long
  Ive been faded too long
  Why wont it stop? The ride
  Why wont it stop? The ride
  You wont feel me til you want it so bad you tell yourself you’re in it
  And tell the world around you that your paperwork 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, thats just a way of life
  Apartment 1503: some couches and paintings
  When you record with two others that want the same things
  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 in hopes that you could be the nigga
  And come out every night to let the city see they nigga
  Telling stories that nobody relate to
  And even though they hate you
  They just keep on telling you they feel you, nigga
  Ive been faded too long
  Ive been faded too long
  Ive been faded too long
  Why wont it stop? The ride
  Why wont it stop? The ride
  I havent 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, its got you asking whats good at home
  Whats good at home?
  The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda known
  My young niggas popping M’s and sipping dirty jones
  Problem children that all be repping Octobers Own
  Brand new girl and she still growing
  Brand new titties, stitches still showing
  Yeah, and she just praying that it 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 six million on myself 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 getting 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 floater 
  Look at that fucking chip on your nephews shoulder
  My sophomore, I was all for it, they all saw it
  My juniors and senior will only get meaner
  Take care, nigga
  Ive been faded too long
  Ive been faded too long
  Ive been faded too long
  Why wont it stop? The ride
  Why wont it stop? The ride