GONE Lyrics

What are they going to think when I'm gone

I don't know I don't care, got to much going on

Drop a bomb just like Osama I might rob her if she calling me a bitch, now who the fuck Is finna switch

What they are they going to think when I'm gone

Walking in the pawn shop when my gun fucking drawn

Imma blow a bitch down if I ain't get gone

Because I'm feeling like a mob like my name was fucking von

What they are they going to think when I'm gone

Got a lot of shit inside my brain, I feel it in bones

Because I'm grown and I got bitches all up in my fucking phone

And I just keep my it on the low because ain't nobody got to know

But if nobody gonna know then how the fuck they tell my story

I need my glory like a fallen king because I'm an allegory

I'm a demon that been made inside the fucking laboratory

Losing respiration because my lungs ain't breathing fucking for me

I'm the foreman to my throne and imma build it as I go

Need eight million fucking dollars then I'll stop and I go on home

But until then imma keep on fucking rowing like a boat

Steady up stream and you know I'll blow up like the goat

I'm tryna whip up the Mercedes, ain't no seatbelt ain't no safety

I'm going eighty and the lady in passenger seat

Look at me just like I'm crazy when I'm tearing the street up

Fifteen fucking dollars and I'm tearing the beat up

The craziness inside my head released when the heat up

I'm kicking with my feet up, smoking on a tree trunk

That shit smell like skunk, going wild with my swisher

I roll that shit up and it hit just like militia

But regardless I'm god inside of Jaden's fucking carcass

And the demons in the darkness really me inside my conscience

When I step I lose my balance, and I'm stepping pretty often

Got me thinking why I'm moving when I know that I'm the target

Need a rocket in my pocket if I wanna feel safe

I think I lost it when I profit imma blow that shit away

I'll decay before I ever go a day without a way

To make some money if you want it you can learn it fucking from me

Because lil bitch I ain't out here giving up no fucking tips

I got my chips up on the table and I'm going all in

I got my grip up on the coffin and I'm going all in

I hope I win it, either way of how you spin it imma get it bitch

What are they going to think when I'm gone

I don't know I don't care, got to much going on

Drop a bomb just like Osama I might rob her if she calling me a bitch, now who the fuck Is finna switch

What they are they going to think when I'm gone

Walking in the pawn shop when my gun fucking drawn

Imma blow a bitch down if I ain't get gone

Because I'm feeling like a mob like my name was fucking von

What they are they going to think when I'm gone

I'm like Jesus fucking Christ if is name was Jaden Hone

I got the lyrics in my dome

Just like a Brainiac with gold medals

For the spelling bee, posted out here with the rose pedals

Picking them apart because the pedals like my heart

Bitch I know I'm fucking smart, that's what's setting us apart

Because I'm genius in the coffin, make my money pretty often

I ain't flex it yet, but just know that it's a profit

I need a book about me, a movie plot around me

Seven figures drowning and a whip that's proudly

Made up for the fucking speed, drifting thirty round the street

Because when you see just how I'm driving you might say that it's obscene

When I die play my music at my funeral

Roll a blunt so big, it get you out the cubicle

Turn my albums into a motherfucking musical

I'm therapeutical my sound pharmaceutical

Because it's drugging you up, got no lean in my cup

I'm smoking g's for the ones I done seen get thrown up

Because the meth be fucking crazy it don't seem like no fun

Saw my daddy nod off lazy because the way that it won but

You ain't never catch me touching it

This rap shit got my humbling

These rappers out here

That be thinking they running shit

Because these trappers out

Really hit you with a fifty stick

And gamblers out here

Really think that they can run with it

And hide but they find that they easy to find

They got they social story crazy hit this shit and rewind

Post ya crib up on your Insta now I know where you hide

Found the plate up on ya whip now there's holes in the sides

Because living round here lately it don't come with no guide

And when you look for safety, it's like it's harder to find

Then a job that pay good with some tips on the side

Or a crib that's safe, with a key and some pride