Gone (feat. Consequence & Cam'ron)

Wished I had told

Oh, was the only one

But it's too late, it's too late

He's gone

You sweat her, and I ain't talkin about a Coogi

You a Big L, and I ain't talkin about Cool J

See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis

Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay

(Brother Numpsay!)

Groupies say I'm too choosy

Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies

Says she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays

If we up in Friday's, I still have it my way

Gone (we strive at home)

Gone (I ride on chrome)

Y'all don't want no prob from me

What you rappers could get is a job from me

Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn

I'll show you how I cook up summer in the winter

Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn?

Caught something on the Usher tour, he had to "Let It Burn"

Plus he already got three children

Arguin' over babysitters like "Bitch, it's your turn!"

Damn Ye', it'd be stupid to diss you

Even your superficial raps is super-official

R-R-R-Roc pastel with Gucci on

With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on

Said he couldn't rap now he at the top where dude belong

'Cause that dookie's on any song that they threw 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? Killa Cam, Killa who?

Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, guerilla true

Oh, my chinchilla blue, blue, you ever dealt with a dealer?

Well, here's the deal, ma, we going to the dealer, woo!

Woo, no concealing, no ceiling, I don't need a roof, roof

Act up, get out, I don't need you poof

Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag

Dag, niggas still doin' puff puff pass

Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em

"Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit"

Y'all niggas want to get in Cam's cerebellum

An old man just gon' tell 'em (too late, he, gone)

Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm (gone)

My last girl want me back then I'm on

Fine stay, you got the grind, hey

Came back, read what the sign say (too late, he, gone)

Yes, I know you wanna see my demise

Little church boy acting like a thief in disguise

Ain't leaving my side, see the greed in my eyes

Ask Abby, I hustle, brought weed to the Chi, shit

And that ain't even a lie, please believe me

Gave Weezie a piece of the pie, and

You can ask George or Regina

The whole West Side I explore with the Beemer now

We strive at home, I ride on chrome

Listen, homeboy, move on

That's your best bet, why's that, Cons?

I been pouring out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone

And trying to help his momma with the fact that her child gone

And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon

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 asking, "Cons, how long has this gone on?"

And maybe all this money might have gone to my head

'Cause they got me thinking money might have gone to the Feds

So I had gone to the dread, but he had gone up to bed

And when I came the next morning he was gone with 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 looking back now, I should've gone to the crib

And rented Gone With the Wind, cause I'da gone in by ten

But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar

And heard a nigga talking shit, so I had gone to the car

And now the judge is telling me that I had gone too far

And now we gone for twenty years doing time behind bars

And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes

I guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone

Uh-uh-uh

Uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn

Uh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh

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 at my aunt's house

Yeah, I romance the thought of leaving it all behind

Kanye, step away from the lime-

-Light, like, when I was on the grind

In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"

Before model chicks was bending over or

Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man

If I could just get one beat on Hova

We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa

What the summer of the Chi got to offer an eighteen-year-old?

Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play your role

My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural

Fired a week later, the manager count the churros

Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirr-ow

How we out in Europe, spending Euros

They claim you never know what you got till it's gone

I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on

I'ma open up a store for aspiring MC's

Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free

But if they ever flip sides like Anakin

You'll sell everything including the mannequin

They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston

Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panicking, 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!"