Gone - Jordan Comolli Remix

Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah, let's go, ah, yo

I ain't ever tryna flex
So cliche to say I'm next
I'm just running up my checks, got
Haters coming at my neck, they
Always fit it in the scheg, they
Tryna push me to the edge, you
Tired motherfuckers sleepin on me tryna get your ass outta bed
And middle fingers through your magazine
I don't really need your issues
You bitches gonna need some tissue when I be coming with essentials I r&b these instrumentals and I do not have any chill
Hella poppin and I don't have any pills
You just mad cuz' you don't have any skills
Do what I wanted since day one with my homies and it had to be mills
I'm just out here grinding
Tryna get to shinin
Do what I wanna dobecause life will never let you rewind it
I spark it, pass it, get it lit
Let the stoners get a fix
Hittin homers in this bitch
Over the wall
I come through and kick it like evan since mine is the best overall
I'm gone

Yo
Yeah, livin like I'm supposed to
I been on the road I been playin shows
I been hella high, I been hella low, you know how it goes
Booty pics on my Snapchat got me motivated
If you tryna give me props now boy, you so belated
You late as fuck (late as fuck)
I'm really tryna find a fuckin crew
That's as great as us (great as us)
And my life story's so crazy you
You would think I made it up (made it up)
And my jay's thicker than a piggy bank
I been saving up and when it comes to fucks I ain't gave enough
Man they still in the whip like

Yo, my life is a movie you better go and grab your cannon
I'm never not there
I'm rollin up when I take off
And I roll up again when I'm landin
Pass it, get it lit
Let the stoners get a fix
I'm hittin homers in this bitch
Straight over the wall
I come through and kick it like evan since mine is the best overall
I'm gone

Yeah
Yeah