Too Gone Lyrics

Hook

Ima pull up in a foreign with the roof gone
Candy paint two tone
Blowing gas too strong
Smoking loud too gone
I don't care what you on
Ima do my own shit
I'm up on my grown shit

Verse 1
They ask all the questions hate interrogation
They wonder why I'm out here balling I ain't have no patience
I'm out here working my team hungry see it on they faces
And we all trynna see our mommas in some difference places

So f*ck all the sad shit ima get rich
Hit the light switch yeah I'm that lit
I'm neither basic or average
I'm real nigga no capping
On every vеrse I'm snapping
And that Money long I'm stacking
And my waist thick cause I'm packing
Likе a nigga moving no capping

Keep the burner tucked and that burner stuffed
If they turning up ima turn em down
No succa niggas on my side of town
We some young kings wearing big crowns
Y'all lame niggas y'all big clowns
Y'all hush hush and we big sounds
I work hard y'all act hard
Y'all playing hands but I pull cards

911 with the phone start
No Louis this go yard
I hit the gas and I go far
I'm the red pill I go hard
I go off I go there
They hate seeing me ball out
But that hating shit be so weird
And that fake shit ima call out

Nike's on cause I stay moving
I don't stall out
Cause I'm always working I don't call out
Money runeth over
It falls out
This for real niggas not clout chasing But I'm paper chasing
Wish I had the mud I started from the basement
Had to play the game I had to learn patience
I developed greatness

Hook (x2)
Ima pull up in a foreign with the roof gone
Candy paint two tone
Blowing gas too strong
Smoking loud too gone
I don't care what you on
Ima do my own shit
I'm up on my grown shit

They always me how I get to different places
I give the game but sometimes niggas just forget to play it
I came a long way from that free shit and I'm proud to say it
I came a long way from that street shit I'm so glad I made it

I could've been dead tho or straight dead broke
I could barely hold my head up
This life is all about a money race
And I'm far from first but the next up
I worked hard And my fans love me
It's gone take a while for you to catch up
I got mad problems on both shoulders
But nothing really gone stress us

Cause non the less I'm blessed up
So I walk around with my chest up
And I'ma get the bag for the whole team
I remember all of those old dreams

Back then they hated on me
Ain't shit change
Used to try to put the whole hood on the road map but they switched lanes
They wonder how I have money conversations
I'm talking bout buying a Porsche
Put it in sport
I'm on a level above all the bullshit
The realist will stay in my court

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