GONE

What are they going to think when I'm gone I don't know I don't care, got to much goin on Drop a bomb just like Osama I might rob her if she calling me a bitch, now who the f*ck 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 fuckin 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 f*ck 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 fuckin 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 fuckin dollars then I'll stop and I go on home But until then imma keep on fuckin 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 goin 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 wit my feet up, smoking on a tree trunk That shit smell like skunk, goin wild wit 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 thinkin 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 fuckin from me Because lil bitch I ain't out here giving up no fuckin tips I got my chips up on the table and I'm goin all in I got my grip up on the coffin and I'm goin 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 f*ck is finna switch What they are they going to think when I'm gone Walking in the pawn shop when my gun fuckin drawn Imma blow a bitch down if I ain't get gone Because I'm feeling like a mob like my name was fuckin 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 wit 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 fuckin 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 thinkin they running shit Because these trappers out Really hit you wit a 50 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 wit some tips on the side Or a crib that's safe, with a key and some pride