Cordae — Gone

[Intro] Wished I had told ooh was only one But it's too late Aww, it's never too late It's too late, never [Verse 1] Need this song to blow up and get plays fast Just look at where my grandmama stay at Graduating school, see the debt I gotta pay backing My money looking rocky, I need some more of it ASAP So here's the tape all a nigga fucking working on That's why all my verses long 'cause the hurt is strong I told 'em I was the greatest and not a word was wrong I'm was searching for my purpose and I murdered songs What's the verdict? Minds lurking, that's the herb I'm on Everybody call my line with alerted tones Rappers don't want beef, eat that sirloin What's at stake is my fate and my verbal thrown No pun intended, a nigga I was born a run this business Account balance is always saying my funds are suspended I'm tryna buy a beach invited tons of women Dive in the water slide, ain't no fun in swimming You should know they from exotic places Black and white girls, man, I'm not a racist The house so big couldn't find the basement We tryna move up but we climb adjacent Now presently these goals is just manifested 'Cause right now pockets looking anorexic People hating on the grind and I can't respect it Gotta vision for the future, damn my plans is hectic, nigga [Chorus] We striving home We striving home We striving home [Verse 2] Yeah, I bring heat to winter, roll my sleeve when I enter Blow trees eat dinner, beg, plead to a winner Not needing a damn thang, y'all popping champagne I start a campaign, can't stop a rampage I go off, fasho boss, y'all so soft I underrated and undefeated, got no loss I'm colder than February and snow with 11 flurries But my life's in a golden state like I'm Stephen Curry Told momma I'm blowing up so she never worry And to the haters that's plotting on me, be dead and buried My second tape, I elevate, see better days Forever paid, I'm here now y'all never stay A real nigga, no Hilfiger, my bills bigger The same people that chill with you will kill quicker I seen it happen, hurricanes and FEMA laughing A leader passing, say nothing a just feed the madness A bleeding passion metaphors for me with rapping Hip-hop is so dead, just clean the ashes The sweetest fashion, man, I'm flyer than three Aladdin's On the carpet with a Jasmine, she the baddest