I’m Gone (feat. Big Sean) - Tyga

Ugh, 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, stealing friends, heard I was on your hit list

Damn, now I’m driving Ferrari fucking random bitches

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 all the Audemars/Breguet shit

Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist

Bout to cop a G to the roof like Diddy

And my city color purple nigga, no ceiling

It take time when you plying on the beat

I kill it, I bet I kill it

Producer witness to see

Bitches standing on they feet, handicap get out your seat

Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a bitch: Ali

Compare tighter rappers, but my songs greater

Just compare me to dope dealers and ball players

Cause I’m a dope ass nigga and I ball player

Never save a hoe, can’t even get a Life Saver

We gon fuck out way to the top and fall later

So I’mma fuckin never call her later

Ugh, Skinny nigga got my weight up

Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing?

We ain’t racing, Mufucka I’m gone!

Middle finger to my haters, mu-fucka why you hating? I’m gone

I ain’t really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga, I’m gone

Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I’m gone

Even though I’m out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I’m gone

She fuckin with me, these niggas ain’t fuckin with me

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

You say you did it, I done it

You old nigga, I’m younger

You fold up under pressure

I’m good straighter then stretchers, Ugh

Bitches pecking my wood: Wood Chuckka Chuckka

Never gave 2 fucks: 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

Niggas thing they sweet, they can’t even pay their incidentals

I’m detrimental, on any instrumental

I ain’t pullin teeth, nigga better hide your pillow

To these rappers to the fucking grizzle

Bad to the bone, Red Zippers, Mike Jizzle, I’m gone

Middle finger to my haters, mu-fucka why you hating? I’m gone

I ain’t really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga, I’m gone

Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I’m gone

Even though I’m out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I’m gone

Big, Finally Famous in this

I say fuck sleep stayed up, fuck you, pay up

Always got the paycheck, never took a pay cut

Payday’ll 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 the 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 bitch came straight from Iran

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

And where I made my money? Nigga 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 muthafucka? That’s gone