Slaughterhouse Ft. K-Young - Gone lyrics
rate me[Intro: DJ Drama] Truthfully, it's what the game did to us It's what it made me Me, myself, I'm just tried to get my name on the flyer Thats it, we look back, like damn I did it It came with a price though At some point we all gone[Hook: K-Young] The room is spinnin' My mind is running around in circles I can't even hear the thoughts I'm thinkin' Cause I'm gone, I'm gone, gone, gone Cause I'm gone, I'm gone, gone, gone[Verse 1: Crooked I] Talkin' to myself, I tell me “Crooked is real as this†Life is a bitch and death wanna steal a kiss Slap you when you're born, when you're gone they feel your wrist To see if your pulse still exist Living in the belly, of the beast is a real abyss Walk in a straight line is what you entertain Then you slang to pay your bills, that‘s your ying and yang The daily challenge to find balance within your brain There's something else, living inside your heart other than your pain I look at life as a lesson For me to change is like a Rolex for a gift No better time than the present If not, I'ma be smokin' chronic Drinkin' on vodka till I choke on my own vomit cause life's a broken promise[Hook][Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] When that Slaughterhouse album comin'? What's the ETA? Where that good music at? Where that beat from ‘Ye? Is Crooked and Yaowa were only in that group to keep From being in the streets to distribute yay Is Royce and Marshall ‘bout to link and go their secret way Is Joe gonna start a show with all his hoes Like he the protégé of Stevie J for easy pay Before y'all become a memory Would y'all please do a song with Kendrick, Young Money, and MMG? These questions and suggestions they hard to maintain When you fuck with Flex but you worry what Charlemagne think? Cause you from the D and don't get no radio play in ya own home Long as y'all playing Sean I'm good, I'm grown Nigga I'm gone[Hook][Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Have you ever tried to stop crying but couldn't? Them shots fly in my hood and Sometimes it'll force a guy to say bye bye to a good one Dust some slacks from in the back of that closet and button up Don't crumble up, when you approaching his mother that hug is tough It'll make you asthmatic, some can't hack it but look at me I wear my hat backwards and rap fantastic cuz I'm a G Royce, pause that block, I ride past that for them beats But my niggas mathematics? Bad traffic, still in the streets As long as they there, I'm there survivin' for them ones But they won't stay there, I swear I'mma write ‘em out the slums So when a gun is drawn in the hood, man they good, on my tour bus Puffing bumping this song, fucking fans feeling lucky we gone[Hook][Verse 4: Joe Budden] Thought we were defying the odds, I thought that we weathered the storm I thought that we'd travel the same road, I thought that we'd never conform Don't tell me you bastards tricked me, don't tell me that I was just wrong Cause now I'm masked and it gets to me, whenever we're about to perform Thought it was about to heat up, it's taking a while to get warm If not for the fact that I love you niggas, and we all get along I swear we'd been got Thought we could all see the writing on the wall Now after chivalry we was rebels and exciting as before Or Maybe the fact I've been solo so long It's kinda spoilt me or when I'm annoyed and try to avoid Becoming a victim of loyalty We was so cuttin' edge My address is the fucking ledge Won't be unhappy, I know how I get one in this state If I let them fuck me this time, it'll be considered rape We were saviours on our own terms I've learned if any three of you have wavered Let me know so I can wave good.. Nah[Hook]
