เนื้อเพลง I'm Gone - Tyga

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ugh, 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 Ferrari 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 all the Audemars/Breguet sh*t
Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist
Bout to cop a G to the roof like Diddy
And my city color purple n*gga, no ceiling
It take time when you plying on the beat
I kill it, I bet I kill it
Producer witness to see
B*tches standing on they feet, handicap get out your seat
Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a b*tch: Ali
Compare tighter rappers, but my songs greater
Just compare me to dope dealers and ball players
Cause I'm a dope ass n*gga and I ball player
Never save a hoe, can't even get a Life Saver
She gon f*ck her way to the top and fall later
So I'mma f*ckin never call her later
Ugh, Skinny n*gga got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing?
We ain't racing, Muf*cka I'm Gone!

[Hook]
Middle finger to my haters, mu-f*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 straighter then stretchers, Ugh
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 pullin teeth, n*gga better hide your pillow
To these rappers to the f*cking grizzle
Bad to the bone, Red Zippers, Mike Jizzle, N*gga gone

[Hook x2]
Middle finger to my haters, mu-f*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]
B.I.G., 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'll 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 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 p*ssy, 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 + One what's that muthaf*cka? That's gone