We Gone - Slum Village, T3, Young RJ

We like gone, gone, gone, gone, gone yeah, yeah, yeah

We like gone, gone, gone, gone, gone yeah, yeah, yeah

Uhh, it’s the trill man, tell 'em how I feel man

We top like standing on ceiling

How they not going die when we killing shit

Put in the box put the nail in

Put the dirt right on top they on they tale end

Went for trailing to highest in the sales and

Getting paper down here quicker than mail man

Now the haters going hate us cause they failing

We greatest and latest can’t you tell man

Skip the convo, Back to the drawing board

How fuck you cut a tree with lawnmower

How the fuck you can’t see we on the grind more

We on some fly shit, niggas you can ride with

I took a beat, and wrote verse and made a classic

I did it first, y’all niggas last y’all can have this

We like gone, gone, gone, gone, gone yeah, yeah, yeah

We like gone, gone, gone, gone, gone yeah, yeah, yeah

Can we, take things, further than they seem

And let the choir say (La, La, LA)

And let the choir say (La, La, LA) you know we gotta uh, you know we got right

(LA, La, LA,)you know we gotta uh, you know we got right you know we gotta uh,

you know we got right

So strap your wings on a cause we ready for flight

Young J, Seventh son, crate digger

Mind’s portrait masterpiece painting pictures

The weapon and the arsenal the bomb

That make you break your neck that dirty slums

Top shelf Remy VS, no room for the B. S

Be careful cause my niggas will get extra

All you hard soft nigga’s need a new texture

Showtime act up I’m a play Dexter

You nigga’s mad you can’t beat me

Mad cause you can’t be me

I’m right in your face but you can’t see me

Like Ray or Stevie

Or Jose Feliciano, you’re blind baby blind to the facts

I got a battle axe that shatter cataracts

So you can see clear

We ain’t them it’s SV yeah

Bring the pressure, I’m in the upper echelon

I’m killinh this shit I’m done

Through out the stratos, ora dominates the planets, so celestial with it,

sky is not the limit

Whole approach angle and quotes, guarantee we winning

Here them sukas on the sidelines, sour like some lemons, they all scrimmage

In the game certified plays, focus on different ways how to monetize everything

My name main stay, make a couple bells ring

No chick attempt to merge in my lane, fucking with the queen

That’s on everything, and I’m part time these days

Whenever I engage, pick choice what I do, when it’s applicable

Proper protocol how you move when you rule

Surface unexpectedly at the helm and resume, then lay a cause propagating truth

Cause I’m always in tune, to what’s true, salute

We like gone, gone, gone, gone, gone yeah, yeah, yeah

We like gone, gone, gone, gone, gone yeah, yeah, yeah

Can we, take things, further than they seem

And let the choir say (La, La, LA)

And let the choir say (La, La, LA) you know we gotta uh, you know we got right

(LA, La, LA,)you know we gotta uh, you know we got right you know we gotta uh,

you know we got right

So strap your wings on a cause we ready for flight