I'm Gone

[Verse 1: Tyga] 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, handicap get out your seat Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a bitch: Ali 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 Skinny nigga got my weight up Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing? We ain't racing Mufucka I'm gone! [Hook] Middle finger to my haters, mufucka 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 [Verse 2: Tyga] 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 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 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 [Hook] Finally Famous in this... [Verse 3: Big Sean] 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? 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