And when I came the next mornin' he was gone with my bread
Treat me like the prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay
I been pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone
But lookin' back now shoulda gone to the crib
My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural
Listen homeboy, move on
The whole West side I explore with the Beamer now
'Cause the dookie's on any song
And that ain't leavin' alive, please believe me
That they threw me on
How we out in Europe, spendin' Euros
Ask Abby y'all hustle for a week to the Chi
Now they askin' Cons, how long has this gone on?
And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes
If I could just get one beat on Hova
That's your best bet, why's that?
Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies
Y'all *****z want Killa Cam, cerebellum
But if they ever flip sides like Anakin
With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, Jag
But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar
I guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone
No concealin', no ceiling I don't need a roof
He at the top with doobie long
An old man just gon' tell 'em
And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks
Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on
You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi
And heard a ***** talkin' ***t so I had gone to the car
We could get up off this cheap-a** sofa
We strivin' home
Well here's the deal ma we goin' to the dealer booth
And that make me wanna get my advance out
Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and
I ride on chrome
Before model chicks was bendin' over or
They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone
Oh, my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer?
Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag
And rented 'Gone with the Wind', 'cause I'da gone about 10
But it's too late, too late
Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin' it all behind
You can ask Georgia or Regina
Gone, I ride on chrome
I'ma open up a store for aspiring MC's
'Cause they got me thinkin' money mighta gone to the feds
See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis
Light, like, when I was on the grind
In the one, nine, nine, nine
Yes, I know you wanna see my demise
Kanye step away from the lime
Says, she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays
So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out
You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J
Gone, I ride on chrome
Gone, we strivin' home
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true
We strivin' home
And tryin' to help his momma with the fact that her child gone
And now we gone for 20 years, doin' time behind bars
Dag, ****** still doin' puff puff pass
Uhh, uhh, yo, yo
Fired a week later, the manager count the churros
She's gone
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you
I'll show you how I cook up summer, in the win-turr
Y'all don't want no prob from me
Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn
Gone, we strivin' home
Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who?
What the summer of the Chi got to offer a 18 year old?
Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man
Said he couldn't rap now
Uh uh onn, uh uh uh I'mmm
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm
Act up, get out, I don't need you, poof
Yeah, you church boy actin' like a thief in disguise
Ahead of my time, sometimes years out
Gone, we ride on chrome
Uh uh uh uh, uh onn, uh uh uh onn
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
Shorty's at the door 'cause they need more
But since they got a foul on, what coulda gone wrong
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro
Plus he already got three chil'run
And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head
Arguin' over babysitters like, ""*****, it's yo' turn"
I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon
Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone
And now the judge is tellin' me that I had gone too far
Uh uh uh
Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Brother Numpsay, groupies say I'm too choosy
Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn?
So I ain't goin' to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed
Gone, we strivin' home
Caught somethin' on the Usher tour he had to let it burn
My last girl want me back then I'm on
R-R-Roc Pastille with Gucci on
And with that bein' said, I had gone on my instincts
They got a new ***ch, now you Jennifer Aniston
Came back, read what the sign say
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's house
If we up in Friday's, I still have it my way
You'll sell everything includin' the mannequin
What you rappers could get is a job from me
'Cause
Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirror
Ain't leavin' my side, see the greed in my eyes
It's too late
Even your superficial raps is super official
Fine stay, you got the grind hey
