In the Silence She Rides (Hip Hop Instrumental Track Collection Bass Boosted Mix)

歌詞

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 You won't feel me til everybody say they love you but it's not love And your suit is Oxblood and your girl fuckin' hates you and your friends faded off shots of What you ordered than forget about the game you on top of Your famous girlfriend ass gettin' thicker than the 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 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 choosing 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 oooh Still I'm Faded too long ooooh Still I've been faded too long I been faded too long 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 paper work is finished And steal your mothers 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 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 1503 some couches and 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 oooh Still I'm Faded too long ooooh Still I've been faded too long I been 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 Performance out the years got you asking whats good at home Whats 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 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 6 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 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 they was all for it they all saw it My Juniors and senior will only get meaner Take Care nigga