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TYGA lyrics : "I'm Gone"

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 ferrarris $#&@ing random (*##$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? roof like diddy
And my city color purple ^!$$%, no ceiling

It takes time when you plying on the beat
I kill it, I bet I kill it
Producer witness to see

(*##$es stand on their feet, handicap get out your seat
Got that buzz: lil b, sting a (*##$: ali
Comparing 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 ho, 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
Skinny ^!$$% got my weight up

Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing? we erase em
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

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 straight in?
(*##$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

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

Finally famous in this...

I say, $#&@ sleep stayed up
$#&@ 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-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
Doing "kush-ups" man cause the weed too strong
I'm a g + 1 what's that mutha$#&@? that's gone

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