Deleted Artist — Gone Anyway

Intro: Ay, ay, look Verse 1: Hurricane hit, FEMA ain't give me shit Had twenty rolled so I ain’t give a shit Thinkin' bout peace on some straight hippie shit Braids fucked up on some straight gritty shit Fucked for an hour I was on a edible Milligram life it was all incredible Pussy nigga put the pussy on a pedestal Pussy nigga let the pussy be the death of you Contact the firm I ain't finna answer yo Hit my secretary she got all the answers yo Label contract really doing damage yo Never over here bitch we not ya average joe Young and we black but we still gon’ manage though You just on Snap, you is not a savage hoe Trying to get a plate? I don't understand the hoe You could get the meat but not the cabbage hoe Podcast talk to me bout the Universe Life as a G then return to the Earth Me and Note$ smoked a backwoods through the vert Allapattavana bitch I'm back through the turf Lawyer ass nigga with a hate for the law I'm wit my trap niggas trying to wait for the call System fucked up like we ain't finna ball Still at the bottom so we ain't finna fall Chorus: You ain't miss a nigga I was gone anyway Smoke the whole thing we'll be gone any day It ain’t no rest bitch it ain’t no rest It ain't no rest bitch it ain’t no rest You ain't miss a nigga I was gone anyway... Verse 2: Give me something real, you cannot give me hope Give me peace of mind, if not give me dope Give me all lips, if not give me throat Get me out the flame, tell God let me float Writin' to the boy he was in trapped in the cage Bunch of young niggas get trapped in a rage I will die thinkin' bout back in the days We was still lost like rats in the maze Supposed to be the part where we had the feature But you ain’t know the Ivy League so I️ had to meet ya And we ain't really know you so I had to meet ya Mr. Ivy really played while you sat the bleachers Now its round and round we go bitch pass the reefer Peep the OG lemon scent gasolina Nigga come through Miami where the grass is greener Where my next door neighbors doin' Santeria Hit Glock for the play like I had to see ya All black slow creep like a ballerina Real nigga, real nigga yes I am the leader Made moves off respect, I ain't have the nina I looked in the mirror so I had a teacher A lot of things didn't work, I ain't have the preacher Look at Rose like why ya soul had to leave ya? If u ain't reach the pearly gates, well I haven't either Chorus: You ain't miss a nigga I was gone anyway Smoke the whole thing we'll be gone any day It ain't no rest bitch it ain't no rest It ain't no rest bitch it ain't no rest You ain't miss a nigga I was gone anyway...