Gone - Big Chuk

Be patient 'cause you’ll soon see me sittin' center-stage

But I didn’t realize how much money it took

And the rap game was full of a bunch of liars and crooks (Yeah)

Puttin' trust in the man that you barely know (Uh-huh)

But you just another rapper, man they come and they go

So with the money runnin' low what the hell I’ma do?

Start resortin' to the things that the street showed you (Huh)

Bought a digital scale and a half a pound of bud

That’s anything to get me unstuck out the mud

Started buildin' a buzz (Buzz) freestylin' in clubs

Doin' shows in the studio, thanks to the plug (Thanks)

Nothin' like comin' up but fallin' off is a bitch (Bitch)

I’m too big for this city, man I’m tryna get rich

I put the pedal to the medal, hair in the wind

Told my past, «Kiss my ass you won’t see me again»

Way I feel now, I don’t really need friends

Put my past in my glass, you won’t see me again

I’m gone, gone, gone

I’m gone, gone, gone

Uh, seein' no potential in my city or state

Started pourin' up whiskey and takin' it to the face (Uh-huh)

Became the life of the party, I was the star of the show

I was drinkin' and druggin', seein' how far I could go

Burnin' bridges to my memories, alcoholic tendencies

Wakin' up everyday to some new enemies

One night stands, makin' overnight friends

Gettin' high to get by, no time for no plans (Naw)

Never understood what it took to be good

My life was a bonfire, I was throwin' in wood

Pretendin' like I could, could only weather the storm (Storms)

All the relationships I had, been severed and torn (Torn)

I’ma ramblin' man, I’ma gypsy on the road (Road)

Losin' my soul to chase fortunes untold

Nothin' like comin' up (Nah it ain’t)

But fallin' off is a bitch

I’m too big for this city, man I’m tryna get rich

(Uh-huh)

I put the pedal to the medal, hair in the wind

Told my past, «Kiss my ass you won’t see me again»

Way I feel now, I don’t really need friends

Put my past in my glass, you won’t see me again

I’m gone, gone, gone

I’m gone, gone, gone

(Yeah-eh)

I put the pedal to the medal, hair in the wind

Told my past, «Kiss my ass you won’t see me again»

Way I feel now, I don’t really need friends

Put my past in my glass, you won’t see me again

I’m gone, gone, gone

I’m gone, gone, gone

(Yeah-eh, yeah-eh)