Ben White vs Liverpool 23/24

That's when people say they feel me, man. I hate that ----. It'll be a long time before y'all feel me. If ever. 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 ******* hate 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 getting thicker than the flock 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 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 ---- right up your alley. Yeah. You see a girl and you ask about her. Bitch is 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. It's been too long. Way too long. 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 paperwork is finished. And steal your mother's debit card so you maintain the 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 the way of life.