Kanye West - Gone (ft. Cam'ron & Consequence) - Lyrics
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The song was self-produced by Kanye West.
Kanye West has become so widely recognized for his musical accomplishments that it's difficult to imagine a time when he was only starting to gain ground.
Though The College Dropout is held in high esteem to this day, Late Registration played a major role in proving that Kanye was one of the game's most exciting and creative young minds.
Lined with classic songs through and through, "Gone" continues to endure as one of his earliest musical triumphs, a song that stood for years as Ye's "magnum opus." With today being Yeezy's 43rd birthday, it feels appropriate to reexamine one of his finest songs.
Clocking in at nearly six minutes, "Gone" serves as a capsule of a classic Roc-A-Fella era thanks to an effortless appearance from Cam'ron, as well as longtime Yeezy associate Consequence.
And while both assisting parties certainly bring their A-Game, it's Kanye who shines as the standout presence, becoming one with his lush, soulful, and orchestral production with two elite verses.
Particularly his closing statement, which feels like a mic-drop moment for an emcee carrying a perpetual chip on his shoulder.
Happy birthday Kanye West, and for those looking to celebrate the man's legacy, look no further than one of his earliest classics in "Gone." Kanye West - Gone (ft.
Cam'ron & Consequence) (prod.
Kanye West) Lyrics.
[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 1: Cam'ron] Gone we striving home Gone I ride on chrome, it's too late [Verse 2: 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 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 Pastelle with Gucci on With TVs in the ride, throw a movie on Said he couldn't rap now he at the top with Doobie Long 'Cause I dookied on any song that they threw me on, gone [Hook 2: Cam'ron] We striving home, gone I ride on chrome We striving home We striving home, gone (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 doing 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 3: Cam'ron] We striving home, I ride on chrome Listen, homeboy, move on That's your best bet, why's that, Cons'? [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 1-9-9-9 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 mirro' 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 panickin', stay calm Shorties at the door 'cause they need more Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs They said, "Sorry, Mr.
West is gone" Cam'ron