Wished I had told   Ooh was the only one   But it's too late, too late   She's gone      You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi   You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J   See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis   Treat me like the prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay      Brother Numpsay, groupies say I'm 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      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"   Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you   Even your superficial raps is super official      R-R-Roc Pastille 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   Gone, we strivin' home   We strivin' home   Gone, 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 dealer booth      No concealin', no ceiling I don't need a roof   Act up, get out, I don't need you, poof   Poof, be gone, damn 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, Jag   Y'all *****z want Killa Cam, cerebellum   An old man just gon' tell 'em      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      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      And that ain't leavin' alive, please believe me   Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and   You can ask Georgia or Regina   The whole West side I explore with the Beamer 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' ***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 20 years, doin' time behind bars   And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes   I guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone      Uh uh uh   Uh uh uh uh, uh onn, uh uh uh onn   Uh uh onn, uh uh uh I'mmm      Ahead 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** sofa      What the summer of the Chi got to offer a 18 year old?   Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro   My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural   Fired a week later, the manager count the churros      Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirror   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 ***ch, 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