GONE

Yeah yeah yeah I’m in my bag bag bag I think it’s sad, you could be glad, instead you just mad mad mad We been in the lab lab lab Wit pen to the pad pad pad Huh Your music sound nothin’ like Thugga yo shit is just bad bad bad Okay, let’s go Got a new pack let’s roll Smoke on vegetable We next to blow Board jet to Mexico On point like decimal I’m fresh as soap Young Suv Hefner, hoe gon gimme head fosho Edible, blunt, dab, bowl jus for breakfast though Obsessed with dope Woah Shit went left, still finessed it though It’s set in stone Earn the messagе, learn the lesson, that’s thе code The rest’ll fold Protect yo neck & chest of gold My ice is cold on Eskimo Chase a bag & set some goals Whatever that she says I’m gone No matter what she says I’m gone Whatever that she says I’m gone No matter what she says I’m gone Bitch I’m gone Bitch I’m gone, and you could never bring me back I never really quite expected you to understand I got the money and it’s folded in a rubberband Hand it to the plug and he’ll be weighin’ out the bud again You could really never take me for no other man All these rappers jackin’ like a muh fuckin’ coverband I seen a vision where I saw I touched 100 grand And that was from the tickets for admission comin’ from the fans & you ain’t gettin no admission bitch I’m innocent I got some homies who be really gettin’ militant Age of 7 oh most lost my sister Millicent Older brother Will’s been in prison & they did him in Huh That’s some shit now isn’t it? I can see you noddin’ homie I can see you feelin’ it I can still be modest homie knowin’ That we killin’ it & if you are dishonest toward me I cannot forget the shit