[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 Ferrarri's f*cking random b*tches
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 sh*t
Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist
Bout to cop a G, tear the roof like Diddy
And my city color purple n*gga, no Celie
It takes time when you plotting on the beat
I kill it, I bet I kill it, producer witness to see
B*tches stand on their feet, handicap get out your seat
Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a b*tch: Ali
Comparing tighter rappers, but my songs greater
Just compare me to dope dealers and ballplayers
Cause I'm a dope ass n*gga and I ball, player
Never save a ho, can't even get a Life Saver
We gon f*ck our way to the top and fall later
So I'ma f*ck her, never call her later
Skinny n*gga got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing? We erase em
Muf*cka I'm gone!
[Hook]
Middle finger to my haters, muf*cka why you hating? I'm gone
I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, n*gga I'm gone
Leave the beat sh*t alone, leave the bullsh*t at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm out of here, n*gga gotta keep it real, I'm gone
[Verse 2: Tyga]
She f*ckin with me, these n*ggas ain't f*ckin with me
Got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
You say you did it, I done it
You old n*gga, I'm younger
You fold up under pressure
I'm good straight in the stretches
B*tches pecking my wood: wood chuckka chuckka
Never gave 2 f*cks: 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
N*ggas thing they sweet, they can't even pay their incidentals
I'm detrimental on any instrumental
I ain't pulling teeth, n*gga better hide your pillow
Chew these rappers to the f*cking grizzle
Bad to the bone, red zippers, Mike Jizzle, I'm gone
[Hook]
Middle finger to my haters, muf*cka why you hating? I'm gone
I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, n*gga I'm gone
Leave the beat sh*t alone, leave the bullsh*t at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm out of here, n*gga gotta keep it real, I'm gone
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Finally Famous in this...
I say, f*ck sleep stayed up
F*ck 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 of what 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 b*tch came straight from Iran
My jewelry made in Japan, I'm off California drugs
And where I made my money? N*gga, 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 muthaf*ck? That's gone
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