The Ride

Yeah
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 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's ass keep gettin' thicker than a plot does
And when you forget it, 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's right up your alley
Yeah, you see a girl and you ask about her
Bitches smilin' at you, it must be happy hour
They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down
It's feelin' like you own every place you choose to be at now
Walkin' through airport security with your hat down
Instead of gettin' a pat down, they just keep on
Sayin' that they feel you, nigga
Yeah
It's been too long
Been way too long
I've been faded too long, oh
I've been faded too long, oh
I've been faded too long, oh
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 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 painting's
When you record with two 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 gettin' 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
Tellin' stories that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you
They just keep on tellin' you they feel you, nigga
Yeah
It's been too long, man
I've been faded too long, oh
I've been faded too long, oh
I've been faded too long, oh
Why won't it stop? The ride
Why won't it stop? The ride (uh)
I haven't been inside Terminal 1 and 3 in so long
I'm drivin' 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 askin' whats 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' October's Own
Brand new girl and she still growin'
Brand new titties, stitches still showin'
Yeah, and she just prayin' that it heals good
I'm 'bout to fuck and I'm just prayin' 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 evadin'
But I blew six million on myself and I feel amazin'
Young money maker, season ticket holder
Season switchin' over
I come through them bitches still scorchin' as if I didn't notice
You niggas gettin' older, I see no threat in Yoda
I'm out here messin' 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 juniors and senior will only get meaner
Take care, nigga
I'm still faded, faded, faded (the ride)
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? Oh, the ride