"Gone Baby, Gone" lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Gone baby gone
Gone baby gone
Gone baby gone
Krrrrrrect
Lately all I do is seem to chase these wins
Just blew a million, want that feeling again
All them feelings let 'em blow in the wind
I've been gone out my mind, soul out my skin
Keep it fresher than a plastic bin
Icy rocks on neck is like my diamond skin
When you getting all this money the devil likely friend
At least that's what they say when they ain't gettin' it
They say the 'lluminati just be calling niggas
I guess I missed that call and I'm just ballin' nigga
I'm gone, I'm so high up I cannot fall my nigga
I'm tryna do it so big that they say it can't get bigger
But as long as there's space there's room for it
And a room full of people hold me back I move forward
I'ma always give you knowledge and wisdom and one to grow with
It's never 'bout what they can tell you it's what they showin'
'Cause people tell lies so much that they believe it
I'm a long traveler, travel dark roads til' it's scenic
So brighten up until the light is stuck
The BCG pendant shaped like a hockey puck
Been doing this for years so this cannot be luck
And everything organic and natural ain't gotta hype it up
Ain't no pressure but it's pressure, when I'm pullin' up
We ain't mechanics but if I say blue collar they tooly up
Gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
Gone, no emotions
Heart cold as oceans
I'm just tryna focus
Forget the scatter talk
My body on marijuana my brain on adderall
The money comin' in so fast I cannot add it all
Didn't always have it all
Before the Beamers and Chevy's I had to walk
And before that I had to crawl
I was broken down and doing bad and had no one to call
Even the ones that said they'd hold me down they started wandering off
And now that I got rich they try to come back and I'm wondering God
Why they tryna act like they my equal like I'm one of y'all
I'm one of the gods
Word to the sun, moon, and stars
The way I mastered this war is like Sun Tzu my pops
I'm like Steph Curry with Glocks
My 6-4 got hydraulics I Vince Carter my shocks
I can count my friends on hand the rest of y'all my opps
And y'all been jackin' style so long I guess you call me Pops
I'm gone, been so gone I been on watch
On another level gotta turn me up a notch
This is audio dope that I'm burning out the pot
And when you put it in the system it get to burning up the wok
Gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
Gone
I'm gone
Gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
Yeah, yeah
Gone baby gone
Gone baby gone
Gone baby gone
Krrrrrrect
Lately all I do is seem to chase these wins
Just blew a million, want that feeling again
All them feelings let 'em blow in the wind
I've been gone out my mind, soul out my skin
Keep it fresher than a plastic bin
Icy rocks on neck is like my diamond skin
When you getting all this money the devil likely friend
At least that's what they say when they ain't gettin' it
They say the 'lluminati just be calling niggas
I guess I missed that call and I'm just ballin' nigga
I'm gone, I'm so high up I cannot fall my nigga
I'm tryna do it so big that they say it can't get bigger
But as long as there's space there's room for it
And a room full of people hold me back I move forward
I'ma always give you knowledge and wisdom and one to grow with
It's never 'bout what they can tell you it's what they showin'
'Cause people tell lies so much that they believe it
I'm a long traveler, travel dark roads til' it's scenic
So brighten up until the light is stuck
The BCG pendant shaped like a hockey puck
Been doing this for years so this cannot be luck
And everything organic and natural ain't gotta hype it up
Ain't no pressure but it's pressure, when I'm pullin' up
We ain't mechanics but if I say blue collar they tooly up
Gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
Gone, no emotions
Heart cold as oceans
I'm just tryna focus
Forget the scatter talk
My body on marijuana my brain on adderall
The money comin' in so fast I cannot add it all
Didn't always have it all
Before the Beamers and Chevy's I had to walk
And before that I had to crawl
I was broken down and doing bad and had no one to call
Even the ones that said they'd hold me down they started wandering off
And now that I got rich they try to come back and I'm wondering God
Why they tryna act like they my equal like I'm one of y'all
I'm one of the gods
Word to the sun, moon, and stars
The way I mastered this war is like Sun Tzu my pops
I'm like Steph Curry with Glocks
My 6-4 got hydraulics I Vince Carter my shocks
I can count my friends on hand the rest of y'all my opps
And y'all been jackin' style so long I guess you call me Pops
I'm gone, been so gone I been on watch
On another level gotta turn me up a notch
This is audio dope that I'm burning out the pot
And when you put it in the system it get to burning up the wok
Gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
Gone
I'm gone
Gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
Writer(s): Kyle Myricks, Jeffrey Christopher Kirkland
