Gone (Instrumental)

歌詞

(Intro) Yeah… this is what they want, right? Give 'em what they want, right? Yeah, yeah… thirteen (Verse 1) 2013, funny how time flyin' It ain't a thing changed in regard to the iron Hit you motherfuckers, go push it to the essence Hollow-tip slugs that'll pierce through the vests Anybody could get it, I send a clear message I ain't talkin' bout textin', I get down in the trenches Hang 'em like Texans, give 'em just enough rope To do it on his own, after that, I'm ghost Posted up back at the crib, gettin' top Guap over hoes, get your hands out the pot Fuck a #1 spot, and your little rap favorites Young, rich and famous, I'm amongst the hood's greatest All will salute to the criminal element Run up in your residence, catch him in his sleep Niggas so shook they wanna turn a new leaf Cryin' like a bitch when they see the blood leak (Hook) When it's on, we ain't soppin' 'til somebody's gone Keep thinkin' it's a game, get your life gone Your whole team a bunch of cowards Where they at? Gone Give a nigga gun showers then I'm out, gone When it's on, we ain't stoppin' 'til somebody's gone Keep thinkin' it's a game, get your life gone Your whole team a bunch of cowards Where they at? Gone Give a nigga gun showers then I'm out, gone (Verse 2) I been gettin' paper early, that hustler's ambition Killer instinct, body anything flinchin' Put niggas on mute, use the .9 like a remote An end to the fuckery you tryin' to promote We was in the same boat 'til I threw 'em overboard Fed 'em to the sharks, give you what your hand called Fall – know I keep the goons on call Ball 'til I fall, hope you niggas all crawl Fuck your life - I ain't never gave two fucks Ain't nothin' to us to have that ass tied up in the trunk In the middle of nowhere, they probably won't find you Do a nigga dirty, you don't wanna be my rival Now you caught up in the mix, in some real deep shit I can spot a mile away, niggas never peep shit It's all about bein' on point and never slippin' Niggas spread they business talkin' like little bitches (Hook) (Verse 3) They asked me what's good, I tell 'em I can't call it Plottin' on the law, if I tell you, I might spoil it Same shit, different toilet – niggas know my resume Have you bleedin' like a pig outside of Heaven's Gate QB mafia, la Costra Nostra Whole team in the precinct on wanted posters Already on the run, so don't give a fuck And if we don't like you, fuckin' get rid of ya (Hook)