I'm Gone - Album Version (Edited)

Looking around glass, my future is in the past

I'm re-arranging my life, I'm single and now I laugh

All of the moments we had, beginning and just the end

At the end, still ain't friends, heard I was on your hit list

Damn, now I'm driving Ferrarri's f*cking random b*tches

People saying I made it but I don't feel too different

Wayne told me, "Close your eyes, they'll never see your vision"

So I stay ready to die behind these Biggie lenses

Reinventing Audemars/Breguet sh*t

Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist

Bout to cop a G, tear the roof like Diddy

And my city color purple n*gga, no Celie

It takes time when you plotting on the beat

I kill it, I bet I kill it, producer witness to see

B*tches stand on their feet, handicap get out your seat

Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a b*tch: Ali

Comparing tighter rappers, but my songs greater

Just compare me to dope dealers and ballplayers

Cause I'm a dope ass n*gga and I ball, player

Never save a ho, can't even get a Life Saver

We gon f*ck our way to the top and fall later

So I'ma f*ck her, never call her later

Skinny n*gga got my weight up

Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing? We erase em

Muf*cka I'm gone!

Middle finger to my haters, muf*cka why you hating? I'm gone

I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, n*gga I'm gone

Leave the beat sh*t alone, leave the bullsh*t at home, I'm gone

Even though I'm out of here, n*gga gotta keep it real, I'm gone

She f*ckin with me, these n*ggas ain't f*ckin with me

Got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds

You say you did it, I done it

You old n*gga, I'm younger

You fold up under pressure

I'm good straight in the stretches

B*tches pecking my wood: wood chuckka chuckka

Never gave 2 f*cks: double rubbers

Now your color turn your face to a red gusher

And your girl stick it to me like a car bumper

Never depended on anyone co-dependent

Kept my thoughts to myself, I don't need opinions

No middle mans, in the middle of my sands

N*ggas thing they sweet, they can't even pay their incidentals

I'm detrimental on any instrumental

I ain't pulling teeth, n*gga better hide your pillow

Chew these rappers to the f*cking grizzle

Bad to the bone, red zippers, Mike Jizzle, I'm gone

Middle finger to my haters, muf*cka why you hating? I'm gone

I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, n*gga I'm gone

Leave the beat sh*t alone, leave the bullsh*t at home, I'm gone

Even though I'm out of here, n*gga gotta keep it real, I'm gone

Finally Famous in this...

I say, f*ck sleep stayed up

F*ck you, pay up

Always got the paycheck

Never took a pay cut

Payday will be worth all the broke nights I stayed up

So in my cup I'm mixing up whatever dreams are made of

Not too many young G's made of what I am

So I was waiting on a doctor man, patient as I am

I guess a young D-boy made it into a man

With girls half-naked around like we finna land the sand

Red-eyes to Rome and they connecting to France

With some bomb-ass pussy, that b*tch came straight from Iran

My jewelry made in Japan, I'm off California drugs

And where I made my money? N*gga, all of the above

I could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet

Passing joints long as a branch cause it's family tree

Doing "kush-ups" man cause the weed too strong

I'm a G + 1 what's that muthaf*ck? That's gone