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[Featuring: Big Sean]
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ugh, looking around glass, my future is in the past
Iâm re-arranging my life, Iâm 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 Iâm driving Ferrari fucking random bitches
People saying I made it but I donât feel too different
Wayne told me âClose your eyes, theyâll never see your Visionâ
So I stay ready 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 to the roof like Diddy
And my city color purple nigga, no ceiling
It take time when you plying on the beat
I kill it, I bet I kill it
Producer witness to see
Bitches standing on they feet, handicap get out your seat
Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a bitch: Ali
Compare tighter rappers, but my songs greater
Just compare me to dope dealers and ball players
Cause Iâm a dope ass nigga and I ball player
Never save a hoe, canât even get a Life Saver
We gon fuck out way to the top and fall later
So I'mma fuckin never call her later
Ugh, Skinny nigga got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing?
We ain't racing, Mufucka Iâm gone!
[Hook]
Middle finger to my haters, mu-fucka why you hating? Iâm gone
I ainât really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga, Iâm gone
Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, Iâm gone
Even though Iâm out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, Iâm gone
[Verse 2: Tyga]
She fuckin with me, these niggas ainât 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, Iâm younger
You fold up under pressure
Iâm good straighter then stretchers, Ugh
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 donât need opinions
No middle mans, in the middle of my sands
Niggas thing they sweet, they canât even pay their incidentals
Iâm detrimental, on any instrumental
I ainât pullin teeth, nigga better hide your pillow
To these rappers to the fucking grizzle
Bad to the bone, Red Zippers, Mike Jizzle, Iâm gone
[Hook x2]
Middle finger to my haters, mu-fucka why you hating? Iâm gone
I ainât really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga, Iâm gone
Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, Iâm gone
Even though Iâm out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, Iâm gone
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Big, Finally Famous in this
I say fuck sleep stayed up, fuck you, pay up
Always got the paycheck, never took a pay cut
Payday'll be worth all the broke nights I stayed up
So in my cup Iâm mixing up whatever dreams are made of
Not too many Young Gâs made of what I am
So I was waiting on a doctor man, patient as I am
I guess the 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, Iâm 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 itâs family tree
Doing âkush-upsâ man cause the Weed too strong
Iâm a G + 1 whatâs that muthafucka? Thatâs gone
- Album:
- Feel Me (Single)
- Act Ghetto (Single)
- Fan Of A Fan
- 40 Mill (Single)
- The Gold Album: 18th Dynasty
- Fuk Wat They Talkin Bout (Mixtape)
- Real Deal (Single)
- Hookah (Single)
- Make It Work (Single)
- Dope (Single)
- Hotel California
- Well Done 4 (Mixtape)
- Careless World: Rise Of The Last King
- Faded (Single)
- Well Done 3
- 187
- Far Away (Single)
- Well Done 2 (Mixtape)
- Still Got It (Single)
- Rack City (Single)