[Verse 1: Tyga]
Looking around gla**, 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, still ain't friends, heard I was on your hit list
Damn, now I'm driving Ferrarris f**ing random b**hes
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 Audemars/Breguet sh**
Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist
Bout to cop a G, tear the roof like Diddy
And my city color purple n***a, no Celie
It takes time when you plotting on the beat
I k** it, I bet I k** it, producer witness to see
b**hes stand on their feet, handicap get out your seat
Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a b**h: Ali
Comparing tighter rappers, but my songs greater
Just compare me to dope dealers and ballplayers
Cause I'm a dope a** n***a and I ball, player
Never save a ho, can't even get a Life Saver
She gon f** our way to the top and fall later
So I'mma f** her, never call her later
Skinny n***a got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing? We ain't racing
Muf**a I'm gone!
[Hook]
Middle finger to my haters, muf**a why you hating? I'm gone
I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, n***a I'm gone
Leave the beat sh** alone, leave the bullsh** at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm out of here, n***a gotta keep it real, I'm gone
[Verse 2: Tyga]
She f**in' with me, these n***as ain't f**in' with me
Got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
You say you did it, I done it, you old n***a, I'm younger
You fold up under pressure, I'm good straight in the stretches
b**hes pecking my wood: wood chuckka chuckka
Never gave 2 f**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
n***as think they sweet, they can't even pay their incidentals
I'm detrimental on any instrumental
I ain't pulling teeth, n***a better hide your pillow
Chew these rappers to the f**ing gristle
Bad to the bone, red zippers, Mike Jizzle, n***a gone
[Hook]
Finally Famous in this...
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
I say, f** sleep stayed up, f** 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 it where 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 in the sand
Red-eyes to Rome and they connecting to France
With some bomb-a** p**y, that b**h came straight from Iran
My j**elry made in Japan, I'm off California d**
And where I made my money? n***a, all of the above
I could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet
Pa**ing 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 motherf**er? That's gone