Lyrics: I'm Gone

Intro:
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Tyga:
lookin 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, stealing 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 read to die behind
these Biggie lenses
Reinventing all the Audemars/Breguet shit
Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist
Bout to cop a G
Tear the roof lik Diddy
And my city color purple nigga, no ceiling
It takes time when you plying 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, stinger a bitch:
Ali Comparing tighter rappers,
but my songs grater
Just compare me to dope dealers
and ball players
Cause I'ma dope ass nigga and i ball, player
Never save a ho, can't even get a Life Saver
She gon fuck out way to the top and fall later
So I'mma fuckin never call her later
Skinny nigga got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing?
We erase em
Mufucka i'm gone!
(I'm gone)

Chorus:
Middele 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 outta here,
nigga gotta keep it real
I'm gone

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
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 thing they sweet,
they can't even pay their incidentals
I'm betrumental, on any instrumental
I ain't pullin teeth,
nigga btter hide your pillow
To these rappers to the fucking grizzle
Bad to the bone,
red zippers, Mike Jizzle
Nigga gone

Chorus:
Middele 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 outta here,
nigga gotta keep it real
I'm gone

Middele 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 outta here,
nigga gotta keep it real
I'm gone
(I'm gone)

Big Sean:
B-I-G
Finally Famous in this..
I say, fuck sleep stayed up
Fuck you, pay up
Always got the paycheck
Never rook a pay cut
Payday will be worth all the broke night
I stayed up
So in my cup I'm mixing up
whatever dreams are made of
Not too many young G's made of 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 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 Califonia 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
Imma G +1 what's that muthafuckur?
That's gone
(Imma G +1 what's that muthafuckur?
That's gone)