I'M Gone (Feat. Big Sean)

Uh, looking around glass, my future is in the past
I'm rearranging 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 Ferraris fucking random bitches
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
Reinvented, Audemars Piguet shit
Just left the hood, word to the 50's
Bout to cop a Jeep, tear the roof like Diddy
And my city color purple, nigga no silly
It take time when you plotting on the beat
I kill it, I bet I kill it, producer witness and see
Bitches standing on their feet, handicap get out your seat
Got that boss Lil B, sting a bitch Ali, ha
Compare Tyler rappers, but my songs greater
Just compare me to dope dealers and ball players
Cause I'm a dope ass nigga and I ball player
Never save a ho, can't even get a Lifesaver
She gon' fuck her way to the top, then fall later
So I'mma fuck and never call her later
Uh, skinny nigga got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters
Why you chasing? We ain't racing, motherfucker I'm gone

Middle finger to my haters, motherfucker, why you hating? I'm gone
I ain't really wanna do it, but I did it to 'em, nigga, I'm gone
Leave the beef shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm outta here, nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone

She fucking with me, these niggas ain't fucking with me
Got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
You say you did it, I done it, you old nigga, I'm younger
You fold up under pressure, I'm good straight in the stretchers, uh
Bitches pecking my wood, woodchucker, chuck her
Never gave two fucks, double rubbers
Dye your color, turn your face to a red Gusher
And your girl sticking to me like a car bumper
Never depending on anyone, codependent
Kept my thoughts to myself, I don't need opinions
No middle mans in the middle of my sands
Niggas think they sweet, they can't even pay their incidentals
I'm detrimental on any instrumental
I ain't pulling teeth, nigga better hide your pillow
Chew these rappers to the fucking gristle
Bad to the bone, red zippers, Mike Gizzle, nigga gone

Middle finger to my haters, motherfucker, why you hating? I'm gone
I ain't really wanna do it, but I did it to 'em, nigga, I'm gone
Leave the beef shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm outta here, nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone
Middle finger to my haters, motherfucker, why you hating? I'm gone
I ain't really wanna do it, but I did it to 'em, nigga, I'm gone
Leave the beef shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm outta here, nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone

B-I-G
Finally Famous in this

I say fuck sleep, stayed up, fuck you, pay up
Always got a 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 I made up
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 round like we finna lay in the sand
Red eyes to Rome and then connecting to France
With some bomb ass pussy, that bitch came straight from Iran
My jewelry made in Japan, I'm off California drugs
And where I make my money, huh, nigga, all the above
I can 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 plus one, what's that? Motherfucker, that's gone

Said I'm a G plus one, what's that? Motherfucker, that's gone
Little bitch