We Gone

I’m taking off out of here

Space shuttle wings no landing gear

Fly as fuck I’m high as fuck

Air flight mileage no pilot brim

 

Saying I am him, him am I

MIA driving DUI with a PYT

HOV lane doing 90 in a 65

I’m living life fuck the wrist

 

Looking for the Lord pray I freeze the wrist

And if I ever die before I wake,

Pray I left a meal for my children’s plate

 

Spoils of war

Sacrifices

Thousand dollar bottles in a pale of ice chips

Toast to life we ain’t always right here

Heaven in the blunt so the drugs is right here

 

I survive light and light years

Loud in the blunt and the green is light years

Blue Circo Gold Medallions

Alone in the zone but the club is crowded

 

Smiling faces

Love and hatred

Weak niggas talk but the real is silent

So the rules is basic

The game is played with

No free throws but the J’s is stylish

 

Bottles up, in the air flying through the clouds of the Kush in here

Extra blowed extra throwed

Red carpet fresh like it’s world premiere

 

Open night, doors open right

Gangster leaning no syrup or Sprite

But they pouring up toasting up

Glasses to the sky nigga drink to life

 

Chorus:

We gone ,we gone, we gone, we gone

We gone ,we gone, we gone, we gone

We gone ,we gone, we gone, we gone

 

Bottles at the bar

Purple in the wrap

Molly in the bag

Models in the back (we gone)

 

I feel better already

Drop a couple of downers

Switch on automatic pilot

And wait til I reach cruising altitude

 

French bottles Amsterdam

Picture perfect Kush blowin’ Insta-grams

Instagram pictures posted

Is we in the States or in Buckingham

 

Overseas off north Belize

This is what becomes of a hustlers dream

Or they say and so we pray

Til then I’m smokin’ Kush while she pop a bean

 

I’m poppin’ clean, fresh v’s and jeans

Hundred dollar sneaks, blunts cost the same

So the car’s clouded, the bars crowded

You can put the life on the silver screen

 

Magazine or promotions poster

Bout that life, yeah these boys is posers

But it all falls down when the night is over

Shots to the head, no ice or soda

 

No disclosure, keep the secrets

All seeing eye, like I ruled in Egypt

Lived Atlantis, spoke Phoenician

Bloodline right, no oath agreement

 

Cars ride by with the booming system

Niggas outside blowing Kush and sippin’

Bad yellow broad in them heels, she thick man

Dark skinned broad, second year at Spelman

 

Glasses up, in the sky

OG Kush in the air, we high

Blue dot chilled in an icy glass

Wings on ya boy, ya the fit is fly

 

Liftin’ off, niggas left the building

Took the coupe and we left the ceiling

Caught the wind, caught the high

Life to live, nigga, this the feeling

 

Chorus:

We gone ,we gone, we gone, we gone

We gone ,we gone, we gone, we gone

We gone ,we gone, we gone, we gone

 

Bottles at the bar

Purple in the wrap

Molly in the bag

Models in the back (we gone)

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