Tyga, Big Sean - I’m Gone lyrics

Uh, 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, still ain't friends
Heard I was on your hit list
Damn, now I'm driving Ferrarris
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
Reinventing, Audemars breguet shit
Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist
Bout to cop a G, tear the roof like Diddy
And my city color purple nigga, no Celie
It takes time when you plotting on the beat
I kill it, I bet I kill it
Producer witness to see
Bitches stand on their feet, handicapped
Get out your seat
Got that buzz, Lil B, sting a bitch, Ali
Hah! Comparing tighter rappers
But my songs greater just compare me to dope
Dealers and ballplayers
Cause I'm a dope ass nigga and I ball, player
Never save a ho, can't even get a life saver
She gon fuck our way to
The top and fall later
So I'mma fuck her, never call her later, uh
Skinny nigga got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing?
We ain't racing muh'fucker, I'm gone!

Middle finger to my haters
Muh'fucker 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 beat shit alone
Leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm out of here
Nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone

She fuckin' with me
These niggas ain't fuckin' 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 stretches
Uh, bitches pecking my wood:
Wood chucka chucka
Never gave two fucks: 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
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 Jizzle
Nigga gone

Middle finger to my haters
Muh'fucker 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 beat shit alone
Leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm out of here
Nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone

B-IG, Finally Famous in this
I say, fuck sleep, stayed up, fuck 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-ass pussy
That bitch came straight from Iran
My jewelry made in Japan
I'm off California drugs
And where I made my money, huh? Nigga
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 motherfucker? That's gone
Said I'm a G + 1
What's that motherfucker? That's gone, bitch