Tyga - I'm Gone lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyga] Looking around gla**, 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 Ferrarris f**ing random b**hes 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** 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***a, no Celie It takes time when you plotting on the beat I k** it, I bet I k** it, producer witness to see b**hes stand on their feet, handicap get out your seat Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a b**h: Ali Comparing tighter rappers, but my songs greater Just compare me to dope dealers and ballplayers Cause I'm a dope a** n***a and I ball, player Never save a ho, can't even get a Life Saver She gon f** our way to the top and fall later So I'mma f** her, never call her later Skinny n***a got my weight up Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing? We ain't racing Muf**a I'm gone! [Hook] Middle finger to my haters, muf**a why you hating? I'm gone I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, n***a I'm gone Leave the beat sh** alone, leave the bullsh** at home, I'm gone Even though I'm out of here, n***a gotta keep it real, I'm gone [Verse 2: Tyga] She f**in' with me, these n***as ain't f**in' with me Got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds You say you did it, I done it, you old n***a, I'm younger You fold up under pressure, I'm good straight in the stretches b**hes pecking my wood: wood chuckka chuckka Never gave 2 f**s: 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***as think they sweet, they can't even pay their incidentals I'm detrimental on any instrumental I ain't pulling teeth, n***a better hide your pillow Chew these rappers to the f**ing gristle Bad to the bone, red zippers, Mike Jizzle, n***a gone [Hook] Finally Famous in this... [Verse 3: Big Sean] I say, f** sleep stayed up, f** 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 it 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 in the sand Red-eyes to Rome and they connecting to France With some bomb-a** p**y, that b**h came straight from Iran My j**elry made in Japan, I'm off California d** And where I made my money? n***a, all of the above I could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet Pa**ing 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 motherf**er? That's gone