Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When I'm Gone, artist - 360. Album song Foot2NeckSeason: Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
When I'm Gone |
| Police might just pull this ride |
| Find them keys up inside |
| Give a nigga 55 |
| Yeah, any second my clock could stop |
| Get hit with a couple shots |
| Will they miss me like I’m Pac? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Will they miss me when I’m gone? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Will they miss me when I’m gone? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Will they miss me when I’m gone? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Will they miss me when I’m gone? |
| The glam, the glitz |
| first bit on the wheel of the whip |
| Bad bitch tryna buy a big trip |
| Gotta take that risk, wanna live like this |
| You talk, we walk, flipping bricks, I serve the Js |
| When you’re caught or you miss |
| That’s just one less nigga that’s in the way |
| If I should die before I wake |
| I pray the lord my soul to take |
| Exposing fake, it’s in my will |
| Don’t let these niggas take my place |
| lock my ride or die |
| Gonna ride it out for the safe |
| So I’m sure that I’m secure |
| When I come home that I’m fucking straight |
| I’m bucking, wait |
| Life is but a dream, so it seems |
| Feel more like a nightmare, when the judge giving out them lightyears |
| It’s not light years like |
| I’m talking long time, won’t see your kids |
| Sell clothes, no |
| That elbow, you like hell no |
| Haters be like hell yeah |
| Pop bottles and chairs |
| Finally that dude’s out of here |
| Now I can pop off my career |
| Imma miss making birdies backflip |
| Imma miss putting money in the pantries |
| Haters, it’s ok to miss me |
| Just miss me with that rap shit |
| When that money up, she kiss me |
| When that money go, she diss me |
| When that money back, she miss me |
| This is just repeated history |
| I remind my bitch she love me |
| Just stay loyal and respect me |
| It’s a staples easy, but it’ll make me go back how you met me |
| Me and my niggas do our thing |
| We know how to play our cards |
| In the club popping spades |
| Shining diamonds, with no hearts |
| Like these fake ass rappers |
| They in corners, breaking sweats |
| is sending threats |
| My aim the best, I be like next |
| If you bang four fifth, better hope you miss |
| Imma go down the list, from your bro to your sis |
| From your mom to the fish |
| Whole fam getting hit |
| Realize it’s life, it never turns out how you plan it |
| Then realize it’s life, so you shouldn’t take it for granted |
| I know, any second I could get caught slipping |
| Could be eating with my girl in an out of town visoin |
| While I’m looking at the name, bout to order me some chicken |
| Mad cause the one he loving is the one I put my dick in |
| Some punk from way back |
| Still tryna get some payback |
| the streets bout my shit |
| And he don’t get no playback, no! |