Yeah, yeah, yeah
Versace Pip-Boy stuntin on ya' old boy
I'm gone i'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone, bitch I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
Bitch I'm gone, bitch I'm gone
Bitch I'm gone, I'm gone
Bitch I'm gone, I'm gone, bitch I'm gone
Versace Pip-Boy stuntin on ya' old boy
Kepler-88 about to be my home boy
Art of mackin' with my Starter
Jacket blue and gold
White Reeboks daddy rocked back in '94
You a hoe boy, bitch, you ain't a doughboy
Fake chain, you a lame, quit the show boy
I'm a Schema only, kick it with a Schema boy
Don't respond to beef spit from a chicken boy
Nobody beefin' wit' me, I am too busy wit' me
Livin out all of your dreams
That's why you hatin' on me
Mackin them bitches you think, want you
They really want me
They want in my torture machine
But they get nothin' from me
Used to be knocked out cold
Now all the sudden you woke
Hittin' me up for your song
Go to sleep like before
Bitch I don't rock yo clothes
That designer shit for hoes
I'm tha' Ghoste' reppin starter like it's '94
Versace Pip-Boy stuntin on ya' old boy
Kepler-88 about to be my home boy
Art of mackin' with my Starter
Jacket blue and gold
White Reeboks daddy rocked back in '94
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone to Kepler-88
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone to Kepler-88
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone to Kepler-88