I'm Gone - Tyga, Big Sean

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 nigga, 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 nigga 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 nigga got my weight up

Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing?

We ain’t racing

Muh’fucker, I’m gone!

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, 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 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

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

I’m detrimental, on any instrumental

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

Chew these rappers to the fucking gristle

Bad to the bone, red zippers, Mike Jizzle, nigga gone

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, 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

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, 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

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?

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 motherfucker?

That’s gone

Said I’m a G + 1, what’s that motherfucker?

That’s gone, bitch