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[Produced by Kanye West]

[Intro]
Wished I had told ooh was the only one (uh oh!)
But it's too late, it's too late he's gone


[Verse 1: Kanye West]
You sweat her and I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi
You a Big L and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J
See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis
Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay
(Brother Numpsay!)
groupies say I'm too choosy
Take em to the show and talk all through the movies
Says she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays
If we up in Fridays, I still have it my way


[Hook]
Too late, we, gone we striving home
Gone I ride on chrome, it's too late

[Verse 2]
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 children
Arguin' over babysitters like bitch it's yo turn

"Damn Ye it'd be stupid to diss you
Even your superficial raps is super-official"

R-R-R-Roc pastel with Gucci on
With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on
Said he couldn't rap now he at the top like Doobie Long
Cause I dookied on any song that they threw me on, gone

[Hook]
We striving home, gone
[Cam] I ride on chrome
We striving home, gone
[Cam] Killa, I ride on chrome

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Knock knock, who's there Killa Cam, Killa who
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, guerilla true

Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer
Well here's the deal, ma we going to the dealer woo

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 niggas still doin puff puff pass
Pull the truck up fast and I tell em
Hey back in a touched up Jag shit
Y'all niggas wanna get in Cam's cerebellum
An old man just gon' tell em too late
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
Yes I know you wanna see my demise
Yeah you church boy, acting like a thief in disguise

Ain’t even my size, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby, I Hustle, brought weed to the Chi, Shit
And that ain't even a lie, please believe me
Gave Weezie a piece of the pie and
You can ask George or Regina
The whole West Side I explore with the
Bimmer now

[Hook]
We striving home, I ride on chrome
Listen homeboy move on
That's your best bet, why's that

[Verse 4: Consequence]
I been pouring out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone
And trying to help his Momma with the fact that her child gone
And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon
Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on

But since they got afoul on what could've 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 had gone to the dread, but he had gone 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've gone to the crib
And rented Gone With the Wind, cause I'da gone in by ten

But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar
And heard a nigga 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 twenty 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


[Verse 5: Kanye West]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn
Uh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh

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 wanna 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 lime
Light 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 eighteen-year-old
Sell drugs or get a job you gotta play your role

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 mirrow
How we out in Europe, spending 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 'em 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
Shorties at the door cause they need more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
They say sorry, Mr. West is gone

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