Gone (Somebody)

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Ain’t no leavin’ when I’m gone (Gone)
Gone, gone (Gone)
Ain’t no leavin’ when I’m gone (Gone)
Gone, gone
Ain’t no leavin’ when I’m gone (Gone)
Gone, gone
Ain’t no leavin’ when I’m gone (Gone)
Gone, gone
I’m all alone (All alone)
I’m all alone (All alone)
I’m all alone (All alone)
I’m all alone (All alone)
No I am not on my own
But I’m all alone
I gotta gain some control
Running through drills with the cones
‘Fore I had a phone
Before I knew Cass or Simone
Gotta get in a zone
But still stay in touch with my home
But tell me what is really home
Like where are my bros?
I hope they don’t turn to foes
I gotta stay on my toes
Used to never even have the whip
Colored dreads before they called it hip
Color drank use to have a sip
But that ain’t cool
Know I had to quit
Passionate
I had to calm it down
They don’t like to see that shit around
Sacred schemes keep it underground
Big things I’m so bound
I just think it’s funny how
Yeah I’m looking good
And I’m feeling good
And I’m chasing money now
She say she for me
She’ll always be homie
But I’m tryna make it out
They say they for me
But they never show me
So I gotta make it now
And I want a hundred thou
I pray for the day I can say
I want a Milli now
I just think it’s funny how
Yeah I’m looking good
And I’m feeling good
And I’m chasing money now
I’m all alone (All alone)
I’m all alone (All alone)
I’m all alone (All alone)
Ain’t no leavin’ when I’m gone (I’m all alone)
Gone, gone
Ain’t no leavin’ when I’m gone (Gone)
Gone, gone
Ain’t no leavin’ when I’m gone (Gone)
Gone, gone
Ain’t no leavin’ when I’m gone (Gone)
Gone, gone
Y’all do not know how to eat
Y’all niggas all tongue and cheek
I hear your traction
It’s weak
I do not go for defeat
I do this all in my spare time
Shout out to my nigga Steeze
I go five hunnid degrees
But somehow I still never Weeze
I could not move like it’s their time
I’m on my shit ‘til it reeks
Y’all try to diss like it sneaks
I just prepare and I geek
Y’all know this no news to me
I’m checking y’all off like a sneak
I had to do it for the hometown
Day ones had to link
Nike, high key
Ball up, nigga try me
Hard enough tryna find me
I don’t know why people like me
Ooh, ooh I think they like me
Franchise think they like me
Sauced up, but I don’t lean
Dope artist, but I don’t feen
Y’all been playing for the wrong team
Real niggas through the smoke screen
You still hoping for a fake gene
Whose mans, whose mans
Whose mans, whose mans
Keep Pacin’ like you’re Lance
Blow that Heat on a King
Look up high and realize he a champ
Go head do your dance
Go head do your dance
Me and the trophy steppin’
We got a classy romance
Whose mans, whose mans
Keep Pacin’ like you’re Lance
Blow that Heat on a King
Look up high and realise he’s a champ
Ain’t no leavin’ when I’m gone (Gone)
Gone, gone
Ain’t no leavin’ when I’m gone (Gone)
Gone, gone
Ain’t no leavin’ when I’m gone (Gone)
Gone, gone
Ain’t no leavin’ when I’m gone (Gone)
Gone, gone
I’m all alone (All alone)
I’m all alone (All alone)
I’m all alone (All alone)
I’m all alone (All alone)

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