Artist: Tyga f/ Big Sean Album: Careless World: Rise of the Last King Song: I'm Gone Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Tyga] Uhhh~! Lookin around glass, my future is in the past I'm rearrangin 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 drivin Ferraris fuckin random bitches People sayin I made it but I don't feel too different Wayne told me "Close your eyes, they'll never see yo' vision" So I stay +Ready to Die+ behind these Biggie lenses Reinvented, 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 plyin on the beat I kill it, I bet I kill it, producer witness to see Bitches standin on they feet, handicap get out your seat Got that buzz, lil' bee; sting a bitch, Ali Compare tighter rappers, but my songs greater Just compare me to dope dealers and ball players Cause I'm a dope-ass nigga and a ballplayer Never save a hoe, can't even get a Life Saver We gon' fuck out way to the top and fall later So I'ma fuckin never call her later Uhh - skinny nigga got my weight up; middle finger to my haters Why you chasin? We ain't racin, muh'fucker I'm gone [Chorus] Middle finger to my haters, muh'fucker why you hatin? 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 out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone [Tyga] She fuckin with me, these niggaz ain't fuckin with me Got my mind on my money, my money pilin up hundreds You say you did it, I done it; you old nigga, I'm younger You fold up under pressure, I'm good straighter than stretchers Uhh! Bitches peckin my wood: woodchucker chucker Never gave two fucks - double rubbers Now your color turn your face to a red gusher And your girl stickin to me like a car bumper Never dependent on anyone co-dependent Kept my thoughts to myself, I don't need opinions No middle mans, in the middle of my sands Niggaz think they sweet, they can't even pay their incidentals I'm detrimental, on any instrumental I ain't pullin teeth nigga better hide your pillow {*CHOMP*} To these rappers to the fucking gristle Bad to the bone, red zippers, Mike Jizzle, nigga gone [Chorus] - 2X [Big Sean] B-I-G, +Finally Famous+ in this I say fuck sleep stayed up, fuck you, pay up Always got a paycheck, never took a pay cut Payday'll be worth all the broke nights I stayed up So in my cup I'm mixin 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 the Young d-boy made it into a man with girls half-naked 'round, like we fin' to lay in the sand Redeyes to Rome and they connectin to France with some bomb-ass pussy, that bitch came straight from Iran My jewelry made in Japan, I'm off California drugs And where I made my money? Huh, nigga all of the above I could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet Passin joints long as a branch cause it's family tree Doin kush-ups man, cause the weed too strong I'm a G + 1 - what's that? Motherfucker that's gone Said I'm a G + 1 - what's that? Motherfucker that's gone (no bitch)