Gone

Somebody better tell 'em I'm a certified killer
From Queens where the kings reign
Seen things peeped things in a city
Where you could never repeat things
Seen change from people that wanna seek change
But they refrain from these things that we explained
Me, I'm just another Timb wearing Jaywalking soul kinda brother
With a pimp hand that probably stole from your mother
Can't touch this
Too much to fuck with, now trust this
Tryna find the perks to percs with no purpose
Tryna be the first to murk the known serpents
Since my first encounter with soul searching
I been tryna lead the church to known surface
You can open and close your own curtains
Make your own purchase, find your own worth
Its worthless to assume the worst in every case
When life's picking up but you just out of pace

Lately I feel like i've been on a roll
Lately I feel like I'm losing control
Constantly sinning for money and women
Is this the beginning of losing my soul?
But I got dreams, can't take that
I got schemes and y'all niggas can't fake that
I done seen how these haters all pace back
Now we on the way fast

Someone tell 'em
I'm going going, I'm going going
I'm gone
I'm going going, I'm going going
I'm gone
Yeah yeah I'm going going
I'm going going
I'm gone
I'm going going
I'm going going
I'm gone

Yeah, pretty ill for a teenager
Hardly times that you see minors be major
Eighty-eight keys 'til I see paper
Work hard and release later, these haters
Make an atheist evaluate his allegations
Use to jump in a cyphers looking for validation
Now that tryna find your own shit is aggravating
Hopefully y'all get get a chance just to catch the greatness
Dare somebody come embrace
Can't wait til I'm finally in Obama's playlist
All my life I've sitting at this graveshift
Time to go back home and get into my spaceship
Goodness gracious he could take it, he could make it
Only if they ever let him get there
In my hood nobody doing they kids fair
Took a long ass time just to get here
For 6 years working hard as I did
Only for some views on a vid, how stupid is this?
Barely see no logic or the sense
Y'all like my father cause y'all don't acknowledge the kid
But my momma raised a bad mother (Shut Yo Mouth)
For every show I'm not booked, making sure I get sold out
Worked too long just to have y'all non believers sleep on me
Now sit back and watch a G O D
It's three

Lately I feel like i've been on a roll
Lately I feel like I'm losing control
Constantly sinning for money and women
Is this the beginning of losing my soul?
But I got dreams, can't take that
I got schemes and y'all niggas can't fake that
I done seen how these haters all pace back
Now we on the way fast

Someone tell 'em
I'm going going, I'm going going
I'm gone
I'm going going, I'm going going
I'm gone
Yeah yeah I'm going going
I'm going going
I'm gone
I'm going going
I'm going going
I'm gone



Credits
Writer(s): John Charles Wiltshire Butler
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