Wish I had told you was the only one Uh-oh But it's too late, it's too late, kid You sweat up and I ain't talkin' bout a Coojay You a big L and I ain't talkin' bout Coojay See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis Treat me like the prince and it's my sweet brother, no I'm sayin' Groupies say I'm too choosy Take them to the show and talk all through the movies Said she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays If we up at Fridays, I still have it my way, gone We strive at home, gone, I ride on chrome Y'all don't want no pride from me What you rappers could get is a job from me Maybe you could be my intern, intern I'll show you how I cook up summer in the winter Aaron love the raw, dawg, when will he learn? Caught somethin' on the Usher, true, he had to let it burn Musciari got three churn Arguin' over babysitters like, bitch, it's your turn Damn, yeah, it'd be stupid to ditch you Even your superficial raps is super official R-r-r-rock pastel with Gucci on With TVs and a ride, throw a movie on Said he couldn't rap, now he at the top with Doobie Long Cause I dookie on any song that they do me on, gone We strive at home, gone, I ride on chrome We strive at home We strive at home, gone, I ride on chrome Knock, knock, who's there? Killer Cam, killer who? Killer Cam hustler, grind the guerrilla troop My chinchilla, broop, broop You ever dealt with a dealer? Well, here's the deal, while we goin' to the dealer Boop, no concealin', no sealin', I don't need a roof Act up, get out, I don't need you, poof, poof We goin' damn tough luck, dag, dag Niggas still doin' puff, puff, pass Pull the truck up fast, and I tell em, gone Back in the touch-dub-jag, *** Young niggas won't get in Cam's cerebellum My old man just gon' tell em, he gone Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone My last girl want me back, then I'm gone Fine stay, you got the grind, hey Came back, read what the sign say, he gone Yes, I know you wanna see my demise Low-key church boy actin' like a thief in disguise Ain't even my size, see the greed in my eyes Act sappy, I hustle, brought weed to the shy ***, and that ain't even a lie Please believe me, gave Weezy a piece of the pie And, you can ask George or Regina Whole west side, I explore with the Beamer now We strivin' home, I ride on chrome Listen homeboy, move on, that's your best bet, why's that cost? Yeah, I been pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone And tryin' to help his mama with the fact that her child's gone And since we used to bubble like a tub full of cow gum Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on But since they got a foul on, what could've gone wrong? Now they askin' cost, how long has this gone on? And maybe all this money might've gone to my head Cause it got me thinkin' money might've gone to the feds So I ain't goin' to the dread, but he had gone off the bed And when I came the next morning, he was gone on my bread And with that being said, I had gone on my instincts And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks But lookin' back now, I should've gone to the crib And went and gone with the wind, cause I'd've gone about ten But I ain't gone, my friend, and we had gone to the bar And heard a nigga talkin' ***, so I ain't gone to the car And now the judge is tellin' me that I ain't gone too far And I'll be gone for twenty years, doin' time behind bars And since I've gone to a cell for some petty crimes I guess I've gone to the well one too many times Cause I'm gone � I'm ahead of my time, sometimes years out So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out And that make me wanna get my advance out And move to Oklahoma and just live in my aunt's house Yeah, I romanced the thought of leavin' it all behind Kanye, step away from the limelight Like when I was on the grind in the one, nine, nine, nine Before model chicks was bendin' over Or dealerships asked me, Benzarova, man If I could just get one beat on Hova We could get up off the sheep-ass sofa What the summer uddershy got to offer a eighteen-year-old Sell drugs, you get a job, you gotta play Euro My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up, plural Fired a week later, the manager counted churros Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirror How we out in Europe, spendin' euros They claim you never know what you got till it's gone I know I got it, I don't know which I loan I'ma open up a store for aspiring MCs Won't sell em' no dream, but the inspiration is free But if they ever flip sides like Anakin You will sell everything, including the mannequin They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston Hold on, I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm Shorties at the door, cause they need more Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs They said, sorry, Mr. West is gone