The Ride

I hate when, I hate when people say they feel me man I hate that shit It'll be a long time for y'all feel me, if ever For real You won't feel me 'til everybody says they love you but it's not love And you're suit is ox blood and the girl you fucking hate you And your friends fading all shots of What you ordered to forget about the game that you on top of Your famous girlfriend ass keep getting thicker than a 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 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 shit right up your alley Yeah, 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 Yeah, it's been too long Been way too long I'm still, faded too long, ooh I'm still, I've been faded too long, ooh I'm still, I've been faded too long, ooh Why won't it stop? The ride Why won't it stop? The ride You won't 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 mother's debit cards so you maintain an image And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain't tinted You need a minute? You got it You know it's real when you're latest nights is your greatest nights The sun is up when you get home that's just the way in life Apartment 1503, some couches and paintings When you record with two others that want the same things Yeah, it's starting 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 could beat a 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 Yeah, it's been too long, man I'm still, I've been faded too long, ooh I'm still, I've been faded too long, ooh I'm still, I've been faded too long, ooh Why won't it stop? The ride Why won't it stop? The ride I haven't been inside Terminal One and Three 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 summer's rolled on And all you knew is alcohol and city lights and slow songs For four months out the year, it's got you asking what's good at home What's good at home? The same hoes are still at it I should've known My young niggas poppin' M's and sipping 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 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 niggas 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 fuckin' chip on your nephew's shoulder My sophomore, I was all for it, they all saw it My junior and senior would only get meaner Take care, nigga I'm still, faded, faded, faded I'm still, faded, faded, faded Why won't it stop? The ride Why won't it stop? The ride Why won't it stop? The ride