Gone Songtext
They saluted me like a lieutenant
Always on the ground, I go get it
Always ain't one about the business, you about to witness
Ain't no question on who the realest
Either way I know they gon' feel this
Never cared 'bout a critic, you could never understand this
You live a lie
(?) the girl unless you hit it off
How you doing all the things that you spitting on?
Did you buy a drink and hit the peace sign?
Always on the ground, I go get it
Always ain't one about the business, you about to witness
Ain't no question on who the realest
Either way I know they gon' feel this
Never cared 'bout a critic, you could never understand this
You live a lie
(?) the girl unless you hit it off
How you doing all the things that you spitting on?
Did you buy a drink and hit the peace sign?
Me, I make a movie with her now she wanna rewind
Got me in the kitty like I'm wrestling a feline
Tell me why you all up in my Johnson like I'm Keisha
My flow unavailable for resale
I be with the plug and you still payin' retail
Hit if you want either way gon' prevail
[?] play me so that I can never do it
They just mad I learned the game and now I'm speaking it fluent
We could get it poppin', might not turn out how you like tho
Moonwalkin' all on the beat, guess you should call me Michael
I can see they nervous, I swear this never on purpose
I'm gon' get the pressure on until the day they close the curtains
I'm gone
Yo, applying the pressure like y'all wounds, collecting of all tunes
Election how they checking my message, I'm fall news
All smooth like jiffy that's sticky and raw fumes
Details the Gmail, nothing on fall-through
All true, the word in them verses like a contract Military spitter, I'm in it for all the combat
Watch your mouth, second hand smoke from the contact
Have you blood shot like not washing your contacts
Please get the fuck off me
I'm must start blacking like I like my coffee
Soned all these rappers, I got 'em in car seats
I'm at the game by the coach on the floor seats
More heat? Sure, it's nothing I'm Arizona-zone
I was spittin' patience when niggas ain't have a [?]
In sixtyfour in the son room with the open door
Your career is gon' be short like Emeka Okafor
Yeah damn hit them where it hurts
Little kiddies I get pretty, Ima kick 'em in the skirt
At the minutes you're my [?]
Till the finish I'm in first
I won't finish till she drippin' and [?] from the word
I was in it like I run it, I don't want it you can have it
It's something for the memories, some shit you can't imagine
Knowing that I'm winning till they put me in a grave
Independent millionaire, I ain't never been a slave nigga
Got me in the kitty like I'm wrestling a feline
Tell me why you all up in my Johnson like I'm Keisha
My flow unavailable for resale
I be with the plug and you still payin' retail
Hit if you want either way gon' prevail
[?] play me so that I can never do it
They just mad I learned the game and now I'm speaking it fluent
We could get it poppin', might not turn out how you like tho
Moonwalkin' all on the beat, guess you should call me Michael
I can see they nervous, I swear this never on purpose
I'm gon' get the pressure on until the day they close the curtains
I'm gone
Yo, applying the pressure like y'all wounds, collecting of all tunes
Election how they checking my message, I'm fall news
All smooth like jiffy that's sticky and raw fumes
Details the Gmail, nothing on fall-through
All true, the word in them verses like a contract Military spitter, I'm in it for all the combat
Watch your mouth, second hand smoke from the contact
Have you blood shot like not washing your contacts
Please get the fuck off me
I'm must start blacking like I like my coffee
Soned all these rappers, I got 'em in car seats
I'm at the game by the coach on the floor seats
More heat? Sure, it's nothing I'm Arizona-zone
I was spittin' patience when niggas ain't have a [?]
In sixtyfour in the son room with the open door
Your career is gon' be short like Emeka Okafor
Yeah damn hit them where it hurts
Little kiddies I get pretty, Ima kick 'em in the skirt
At the minutes you're my [?]
Till the finish I'm in first
I won't finish till she drippin' and [?] from the word
I was in it like I run it, I don't want it you can have it
It's something for the memories, some shit you can't imagine
Knowing that I'm winning till they put me in a grave
Independent millionaire, I ain't never been a slave nigga
