[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, stealing friends, heard I was on your hit list

Damn, now I'm driving Ferrari $#&@ing random (*##$es
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 %#@!
Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist

Bout to cop a G to the roof like Diddy
And my city color purple ^!$$%, no ceiling
It take time when you plying on the beat

I kill it, I bet I kill it
Producer witness to see
(*##$es standing on they feet, handicap get out your seat

Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a (*##$: Ali
Compare tighter rappers, but my songs greater
Just compare me to dope dealers and ball players

Cause I'm a dope $$# ^!$$% and I ball player
Never save a hoe, can't even get a Life Saver
We gon $#&@ out way to the top and fall later

So I'mma $#&@in never call her later
Ugh, Skinny ^!$$% got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing?

We ain't racing, Mu$#&@a I'm gone!

Middle finger to my haters, mu-$#&@a why you hating? I'm gone

I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, ^!$$%, I'm gone
Leave the beat %#@! alone, leave the bull%#@! at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm out of here, ^!$$% gotta keep it real, I'm gone


[Verse 2: Tyga]


She $#&@in with me, these ^!$$%s ain't $#&@in with me
Got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
You say you did it, I done it

You old ^!$$%, I'm younger
You fold up under pressure
I'm good straighter then stretchers, Ugh



(*##$es pecking my wood: Wood Chuckka Chuckka

Never gave 2 $#&@s: 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

^!$$%s thing they sweet, they can't even pay their incidentals
I'm detrimental, on any instrumental
I ain't pullin teeth, ^!$$% better hide your pillow

To these rappers to the $#&@ing grizzle
Bad to the bone, Red Zippers, Mike &&^(le, I'm gone


Middle finger to my haters, mu-$#&@a why you hating? I'm gone
I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, ^!$$%, I'm gone
Leave the beat %#@! alone, leave the bull%#@! at home, I'm gone

Even though I'm out of here, ^!$$% gotta keep it real, I'm gone

[Verse 3: Big Sean]


Big, Finally Famous in this
I say $#&@ sleep stayed up, $#&@ 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 of what 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 #~!!@, that (*##$ came straight from Iran

My jewelry made in Japan, I'm off California drugs
And where I made my money? ^!$$% 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
Doïng ?kush-ups? man cause the Weed too strong

I'm a G + 1 what's that mutha$#&@a? That's gone