Young Money
I’m Gone
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Uh, 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 Ferrarris, 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, Audemars/Breguet shit
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***a, no Celie
It takes time when you plotting on the beat
I kill it, I bet I kill it, producer witness to see
Bitches stand on their feet, handicapped, get out your seat
Got that buzz, Lil B, sting a bitch, Ali
Hah! Comparing tighter rappers, but my songs greater
Just compare me to dope dealers and ballplayers
Cause I'm a dope ass n***a and I ball, player
Never save a ho, can't even get a life saver
She gon fuck our way to the top and fall later
So I'mma fuck her, never call her later, uh
Skinny n***a got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing?
We ain't racing muh'fucker, I'm gone!
[Chorus: Tyga]
Middle finger to my haters
Muh'fucker why you hating? I'm gone
I ain't really wanna do it
But I did it to 'em, n***a I'm gone
Leave the beat shit alone
Leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm out of here
N***a gotta keep it real, I'm gone

[Verse 2: Tyga]
She fuckin' with me, these n***as 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 n***a, I'm younger
You fold up under pressure
I'm good straight in the stretches
Uh, bitches pecking my wood: wood chucka chucka
Never gave two 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
N***as think they sweet, they can't even pay their incidentals
I'm detrimental, on any instrumental
I ain't pulling teeth, n***a better hide your pillow
Chew these rappers to the fucking gristle
Bad to the bone, red zippers, Mike Jizzle, n***a gone
[Chorus: Tyga] X2
Middle finger to my haters
Muh'fucker why you hating? I'm gone
I ain't really wanna do it
But I did it to 'em, n***a I'm gone
Leave the beat shit alone
Leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm out of here
N***a gotta keep it real, I'm gone

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
B-I-G, Finally Famous in this...
I say, fuck sleep, stayed up, fuck 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 it where 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 in 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, huh? N***a, 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 motherfucker? That's gone
Said I'm a G + 1
What's that motherfucker? That's gone, bitch