Gone

Before model chicks was bendin' over or
Act up, get out, I don't need you, poof
Brother Numpsay, groupies say I'm too choosy
Now they askin' Cons, how long has this gone on?

But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro
But it's too late, too late
And with that bein' said, I had gone on my instincts
Said he couldn't rap now
Oh, my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer?

I'll show you how I cook up summer, in the win-turr
That they threw me on
And rented 'Gone with the Wind', 'cause I'da gone about 10
'Cause the dookie's on any song
And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes
Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag
The whole West side I explore with the Beamer now
Gone, we strivin' home
You'll sell everything includin' the mannequin

And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's house
And heard a ***** talkin' ***t so I had gone to the car

And that make me wanna get my advance out
I guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone
Treat me like the prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay
Uh uh uh uh, uh onn, uh uh uh onn

Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who?

Uh uh uh
Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone

Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and

No concealin', no ceiling I don't need a roof
'Cause they got me thinkin' money mighta gone to the feds
We strivin' home
If I could just get one beat on Hova
So I ain't goin' to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed

And that ain't leavin' alive, please believe me
Dag, ****** still doin' puff puff pass

Light, like, when I was on the grind
Even your superficial raps is super official
He at the top with doobie long
And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head
And now the judge is tellin' me that I had gone too far
And when I came the next mornin' he was gone with my bread

We strivin' home

Ain't leavin' my side, see the greed in my eyes
We could get up off this cheap-a** sofa
Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn
Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin' it all behind
Kanye step away from the lime
Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, Jag
But if they ever flip sides like Anakin
Arguin' over babysitters like, ""*****, it's yo' turn"
You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi
Yeah, you church boy actin' like a thief in disguise
Well here's the deal ma we goin' to the dealer booth
Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man
My last girl want me back then I'm on
She's gone

You can ask Georgia or Regina
An old man just gon' tell 'em
Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn?
So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you
And now we gone for 20 years, doin' time behind bars
I ride on chrome
How we out in Europe, spendin' Euros
Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirror
I been pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone
Ahead of my time, sometimes years out
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm
They got a new ***ch, now you Jennifer Aniston
Y'all don't want no prob from me
They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone
Shorty's at the door 'cause they need more

That's your best bet, why's that?
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
Listen homeboy, move on
And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon
Caught somethin' on the Usher tour he had to let it burn

And tryin' to help his momma with the fact that her child gone
But since they got a foul on, what coulda gone wrong
Fired a week later, the manager count the churros

Came back, read what the sign say
My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural
Yes, I know you wanna see my demise
'Cause
And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks
Gone, I ride on chrome

I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on
In the one, nine, nine, nine
If we up in Friday's, I still have it my way
Gone, we strivin' home
But lookin' back now shoulda gone to the crib
You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J
Uh uh onn, uh uh uh I'mmm

Says, she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays
It's too late

R-R-Roc Pastille with Gucci on

Gone, we strivin' home
Y'all *****z want Killa Cam, cerebellum
Ask Abby y'all hustle for a week to the Chi
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true
What you rappers could get is a job from me
Gone, we ride on chrome
Gone, I ride on chrome
With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on
Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies
Plus he already got three chil'run
Uhh, uhh, yo, yo
See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis
What the summer of the Chi got to offer a 18 year old?
I'ma open up a store for aspiring MC's
Fine stay, you got the grind hey
Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free