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 Wished I had told 
Ooh was (the) only one 
But it's too late, it's too late 
He's gone 
[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 20 louis 
Treat me like the prince and this my sweet brother numpsay 
Brother numpsay! groupies sound 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 friday's, I still have it my way 
[Chorus] 
Too late, we, gone - we strivin home 
Gone - we ride on chrome 
It's too late 
[Kanye west] 
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 win-turr 
Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn 
Caught somethin on the usher tour he had to 'let it burn' 
Plus he already got three chil'run 
Arguin over babysitters like, 'bitch - it's yo' turn!' 
Damn 'ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you 
Even your superficial raps is super official 
R-r-r-roc pastelle with gucci on 
With tv's in the ride, throw a movie on 
Said he couldn't rap now he at the top with doobie long 
Cause the dookie's on any song that they threw me on, gone 
[Chorus] 
We strivin home, gone 
[Cam] I ride on chrome... 
We strivin home, gone 
[Cam] killa, I ride on chrome 
[Cam'ron] 
Knock knock, who's there? killa cam, killa who? 
Killa cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true 
Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer 
Well here's the deal ma we goin to the dealer booth 
No concealin, 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, niggaz still doin puff puff pass 
Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em 
Hey, back in a touched up jag, shit 
Y'all niggaz want killa cam, cerebellum 
An old man just gon' tell 'em (too late, he, gone) 
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 (too late, he, gone) 
Yes I know you wanna see my demise 
Yeah you church boy actin like a thief in disguise 
Ain't leavin my side, see the greed in my eyes 
Ask abby y'all hustle for a week to the chi, shit 
And that ain't leavin alive, please believe me 
Gave weezy a piece of the pie, and 
You can ask george or regina 
The whole westside I explore with the beemer now 
[Chorus] 
We strivin home, I ride on chrome 
Listen homeboy move on 
That's your best bet, why's that? 
Cause 
[Consequence] 
Uhh, uhh, yo, yo 
I been pourin out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone 
And tryin 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 a foul on, what coulda gone wrong 
Now they askin cons, how long has this gone on 
And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head 
Cause they got me thinkin money mighta gone to the feds 
So I ain't goin to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed 
And when I came the next mornin he was gone with my bread 
And with that bein said, I had gone on my instincts 
And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks 
But lookin back now shoulda gone to the crib 
And rented 'gone with the wind,' cause i'da gone about 10 
But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar 
And heard a nigga talkin shit so I had gone to the car 
And now the judge is tellin me that I had gone too far 
And now we gone for 20 years, doin 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 
[Long instrumental pause] 
[Kanye west imitating 'the show' at first] 
Uh-uh-uh 
Uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn 
Uh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh I'mmmm 
Ah-head 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 leavin 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 bendin 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 18-year-old 
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro 
My dawg 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, spendin 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 mc's 
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free 
But if they ever flip sides like anakin 
You'll sell everything includin the mannequin 
They got a new bitch now you jennifer aniston 
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin, stay calm 
Shorty's at the door cause they need more 
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs 
They said sorry mr. west is gone!  
 
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