[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ugh, looking around glass, my future is in the past
I’m re-arranging my life, I’m single and now I laugh
All of the moments we had, beginning and just the end
At the end, stealing friends, heard I was on your hit list [bad word]  now I’m driving Ferrari [bad word] random [bad word] People saying I made it but I don’t feel too different
Wayne told me “Close your eyes, they’ll never see your Vision”
So I stay ready to die behind these Biggie lenses
Reinventing all the Audemars/Breguet [bad word] Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist
Bout to cop a to the roof like Diddy
And my city color purple [bad word]  no ceiling
It take time when you plying on the beat
I kill it, I bet I kill it
Producer witness to see [bad word] standing on they feet, handicap get out your seat
Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a [bad word]  [bad word] tighter rappers, but my songs greater [bad word] me to dope dealers and ball players
Cause I’m a dope [bad word] [bad word] and I ball player
Never save a hoe, can’t even get a Life Saver
We gon [bad word] out way to the top and fall later
So I'mma [bad word] never call her later
Ugh, Skinny [bad word] got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing?
We ain't racing, [bad word] I’m gone!

[Hook]
Middle finger to my haters, mu [bad word] why you hating? I’m gone
I ain’t really wanna do it but I did it to em, [bad word]  I’m gone
Leave the beat [bad word] alone, leave the [bad word] at home, I’m gone
Even though I’m out of here, [bad word] gotta keep it real, I’m gone

[Verse 2: Tyga]
She [bad word] with me, these niggas ain’t [bad word] with me
Got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
You say you did it, I done it
You old [bad word]  I’m younger
You fold up under pressure
I’m good straighter then stretchers, Ugh [bad word] pecking my wood: Wood Chuckka Chuckka
Never gave 2 [bad word]  [bad word] Now your color turn your face to a red Gusher
And your girl stick it to me like a car bumper
Never depended on anyone co-dependent
Kept my thoughts to myself, I don’t need opinions
No middle mans, in the middle of my sands
Niggas thing they sweet, they can’t even pay their incidentals
I’m detrimental, on any [bad word] I ain’t pullin teeth, [bad word] better hide your pillow
To these rappers to the [bad word] grizzle
Bad to the bone, Red Zippers, Mike Jizzle, I’m gone

[Hook x2]
Middle finger to my haters, mu [bad word] why you hating? I’m gone
I ain’t really wanna do it but I did it to em, [bad word]  I’m gone
Leave the beat [bad word] alone, leave the [bad word] at home, I’m gone
Even though I’m out of here, [bad word] gotta keep it real, I’m gone

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Big, Finally Famous in this
I say [bad word] sleep stayed up, [bad word] you, pay up
Always got the paycheck, never took a pay cut
Payday'll be worth all the broke nights I stayed up
So in my cup I’m mixing up whatever dreams are made of
Not too many Young G’s made of what I am
So I was waiting on a doctor man, patient as I am
I guess the Young D-Boy made it into a man
With girls half-naked around, like we finna land the sand
Red-eyes to Rome and they connecting to France
With some bomb [bad word] [bad word]  that [bad word] came straight from Iran
My jewelry made in Japan, I’m off California [bad word] And where I made my money? [bad word] all of the above
I could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet
Passing joints long as a branch cause it’s family tree
Doing “kush-ups” man cause the Weed too strong
I’m a + 1 what’s that [bad word]  That’s gone