Listen to I'm Gone Album Version|Edited song with lyrics from Tyga

I'm Gone Album Version|Edited

Tyga, Big Sean1 Jan 2012

I'm Gone Album Version|Edited Lyrics

I'm Gone (Album Version|Edited) - Tyga/Big Sean

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 d**e dealers and ballplayers

Cause I'm a d**e a** 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

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

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

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

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-a** p**sy 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 w**d too strong

 

I'm a G + 1 what's that muthaf*ck That's gone