Gone

But it's too late it's too late

You sweat her and

I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi

You a big L and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool

See me at the airport at least 20Louis

Treat me like the Prince

and this my sweet brother Numpsay

BROTHER NUMPSAY

Groupies sound 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

Too late we gone

we strivin home

Gone we ride on chrome

It's too late

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 win-turr

Aaron love the raw dog

when will he learn

Caught somethin on the

Usher tour he had to Let it Burn

Plus he already got three chil'run

Arguin over babysitters

like *****it's yo' turn

D**n 'Ye it'd be stupid to ditch 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 with doobie long

Cause the dookie's on any

song that they threw me on gone

We strivin home gone

I ride on chrome

We strivin home gone

Killa I ride on chrome

Knock knock who's

there Killa Cam Killa who

Killa Cam hustler grinder gorilla true

Oh my chinchilla blue blue

you ever dealt with a dealer

Well here's the deal ma

we goin to the

No concealin no ceiling

I don't need a roof

Act up get out I don't need you poof

Poof be gone d**n tough luck dag

Dag ******still doin puff puff pass

Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em

Hey back in a touched up Jag s**t

Y'all ******want Killa Cam 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

Yeah you church boy

actin like a thief in disguise

Ain't leavin my side

see the greed in my eyes

Ask Abby y'all hustle for

a week to the Chi s**t

And that ain't leavin

alive please believe me

Gave Weezy a piece of the pie and

You can ask George or Regina

The whole Westside

I explore with the Beemer now

We strivin home I ride on chrome

Listen homeboy move on

That's your best bet why's that

Cause

Uhh uhh yo yo

I been pourin out some

liquor for the fact that my pal's gone

And tryin 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 coulda gone wrong

Now they askin Cons how

long has this gone on

And maybe all this money

mighta gone to my head

Cause they got me thinkin

money mighta gone to the feds

So I ain't goin to the dread

but he'll go on up to bed

And when I came the next

mornin he was gone with my bread

And with that bein said

I had gone on my instincts

And gone to the spots

where they go to get mixed drinks

But lookin back now

shoulda gone to the crib

And rented Gone With the

Wind cause I'da gone about 10

But I had gone with my friend

and we had gone to the bar

And heard a *****talkin s**t

so I had gone to the car

And now the judge is tellin

me that I had gone too far

And now we gone for

20years doin time behind bars

And since I gone to a cell for

some cruddy 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'mmmm

Ah-head 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 leavin 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 bendin 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-a*s sofa

What the summer of

the Chi got to offer an 18-year-old

Sell d**gs or get a job

you gotta play gyro

My dawg worked at

Taco Bell hooked us up plural-fied

A week later the manager

count the churros

Sometimes I can't believe it

when I look up in the mirrow

How we out in Europe spendin Euros

They claim you never

know what you got 'til 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

includin the mannequin

They got a new *****now

you Jennifer Aniston

Hold on I'll handle it don't

start panickin stay calm

Shorty's at the door

cause they need more

Inspiration for they life

they souls and they songs

They said sorry Mr. West is gone