Too Far Gone

[Intro - K. Jayz] Yeah Aha Okay I’m too far gone Man these niggas can’t see me I’m so fuckin’ original, these niggas can’t be me Already know I’m the realest on the line Motherfuck these niggas, they ain’t even worth my time ​ [Hook - K. Jayz] I’m too far gone, niggas don’t even know Rappin’ so fast, niggas can’t even catch up to my flow I blow so many trees like a hurricane It make me feel good and it ease the pain What the fuck was you thinkin’ fuckin’ with me, nigga? What the fuck was you tryna accomplish? When you hear me on a track I don’t waste my time.. I fuckin’ demolish ​ [Verse 1 - Heartxbeat] I’m too far gone I mean I’m too far gone And if these niggas is deaf Ugh, I’m too far gone I’m up in my zone and I’m sippin’ Patron Niggas is dumb and I’ll aim at your dome You girls are all easy, she givin’ me dome Ahh, welcome back back in my city Girl showin’ me titty Sippin’ on this licky Blowin’ loud, that sticky Droppin’ niggas, no missle Poppin’ nigga-lysicle I’m sick as fuck with this lyric shit Them niggas dumb and I’m spacin’ Up in the booth and I’m turnt to the max And I make all these head with the Mac in the ‘lac And I back and I back On the track I attack *pat pat pat pat* Can you get that? Keep up with the flow with lyric of the real Cause I’m too sick That lyricist spittin’ But them niggas ain’t chief I’m the (cough) murder-est lyrical Spittin’ this cynical Demonical Actually I make it look tragically Matter fact… Let me stand back when I spit this fact all on the track I rap rap, and I rap my raps Can you rap that? Can you hit that? ​ [Hook] ​ [Verse 2 - Trill Will] Bitch I’m in my zone Too far gone That loud pack got me stoned I treat that bank, but whip a drank Step back and do my thing In the streets, they call me boss But I’m not tatted like Ro$$ Don’t need no stress, don’t need no bitch Hit the clubs is what I do best Blow the kush to relieve some stress See the block and make some cash 8-6-4, candy paint Swangin’, bangin’ blowin’ stain Ciroc on the rocks Ice cold, like my heart Don’t want no shit? Don’t start no shit Talkin’ out, that’s out yo neck Cause I got goons, I got straps I got Bloods and Crips on deck All ready to rep they set And stomp yo ass for the hell of it Trill Will be the name Don’t play with me, I ain’t no game I’ll beat yo ass, take yo bitch And put yo ass to shame Most these rappers they so lame They so lame I’m just ridin’ in candy-painted Chevy with the flames They so lame These rappers lame And my Too Far Gone flow put they shit to shame K. Jay! ​ [Hook] ​ [Verse 3 - K. Jayz] Stop Hol’ up Let a real nigga begin If you’re not tryna rap for the music Then nigga, you will never win I came to talk about a life that I been through Nigga, fuck you and your motherfuckin’ crew I’ma come in and let it do what it do I’m stupid high, what the fuck I’m gon’ do? Nothin’, I’m just gon’ fuckin’ vibe Do not kill my fuckin’ high Cause if you really blow my high Then you, sir, you must fuckin’ die I’m playin’ I’m jokin’ My mind is just in motion I’m provokin’ everything I’ve broken That means hearts, that means tokens To a better life, to a better place To a better high, to a better state I’m too far gone to fuck with you Cause I’m in the sky Shit, outer space This rap shit is easy All these rappers sound so cheesy I’m after that fuckin’ green That green nigga Luigi Real only recognize real So you can get the fuck outta my face if you not All these other niggas are tryna claim that they are But they talk about the stuff they bought Hmm Hip-hop has really changed It can never really just be the same I need to find some other rappers who can rap like me And take hip hop back to the original game ​ [Hook]