Was the only one but it's too late, it's too late: he's gone
You sweat her, and I ain't talking bout a Coogi
You a big L, and I ain't talking bout Cool J
See me at the airport, at least twenty Louies
Treat me like the Prince, and this my sweet brother Numpsay
Brother Numpsay! Groupies say I'm too choosy
Take them to the show and talk all through the movies
Said she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays
If we up in Friday's, I still have it my way
Too late, he's gone; we striving home
Gone, I ride on chrome; it's too late
Y'all don't want no prob from me
What you rappers could get is a job from me
Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn
I'll show you how I cook up summer in the winter
Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn
Caught something on the Usher tour, he had to let it burn
Plus he already got three chi'ren
Arguing over babysitters like, "Bitch, it's your turn!"
Damn, Ye, it'd be stupid to dis you
Even your superficial raps is super official
R-R-R-Roc pastel with Gucci on
With TVs in the ride, throw a movie on
Said he couldn't rap, now he at the top with doobie long
Cause the dookie's on any song that they threw me on, gone
Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, killa who?
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true
Oh my, chinchilla blue, blue
You ever dealt with a dealer?
Well, here's the deal, man, we goin to the dealer
No concealing, no ceiling, I don't need a roof
Act up, get out, I don't need you, poof poof!
Be gone, damn, tough luck, dag
Dag, nuhs still doing puff-puff-pass
Pull the truck up fast and I tell them
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit
Y'all nuhs won't get in Cam's cerebellum
An old man just gonna tell them, "Too late, he's gone"
Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone
My last girl want me back, then I'm on
Fine, stay, you got the grind, hey
Came back, read what the sign say: Too late, he's gone
Yes, I know you wanna see my demise
Yeah, you church boy acting like a thief in disguise
Ain't leaving my side, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby, y'all hustle for a week to the Chi, shit
And that ain't even a lie, please believe me
Gave Wheezy a piece of the pie
And you can ask George or Regina
The whole west side I explore with the Beemer now
Listen homeboy, move on
That's your best bet, why's that? Cause
I been pouring out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone
And trying to help his mama with the fact that her child gone
And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon
I guess it's only right that I should help her from now on
But since they got a foul on, what could of gone wrong?
Now they asking, "Cons, how long has this gone on?"
And maybe all this money might have gone to my head
Cause they got me thinking money might have gone to the feds
So I ain't going to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed
And when I came the next morning he was gone with my bread
And with that being said, I had gone on my instincts
And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks
But looking back now, I should have gone to the crib
And rented
Gone With the Wind, cause I'da gone about ten
But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar
And heard a nuh talking shit so I had gone to the car
And now the judge is telling me that I had gone too far
And now we gone for 20 years, doing time behind bars
And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes
I guess I gone to the well one too many times, cause I'm gone
I'm ahead of my time, sometimes years out
So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out
And that make me want to get my advance out
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my aunt's house
Yeah, I romance the thought of leaving it all behind
Kanye, step away from the limelight, like
When I was on the grind in the one-nine-nine-nine
Before model chicks was bending over, or
Dealerships asked me "Benz or Rover," man
If I could just get one beat on Hova
We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa
What the summer of the Chi got to offer an 18-year-old?
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro
My dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural
Fired a week later, the manager count the churros
Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirro
How we out in Europe, spendin Euros
They claim you never know what you got til it's gone
I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on
I'ma open up a store for aspiring MCs
Won't sell them no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever flip sides like Anakin
You'll sell everything, including the mannequin
They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panicking, stay calm
Shorty's at the door cause they need more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
They said, "Sorry, Mr. West is gone!"
-Kanye West ft. Cam'ron & Consequence
(Gone, Late Registration, 2005)
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