[Intro: Phil Ade]

Yeah

Phil

Ade

D.C., Maryland, Virginia ya'll know what time it is

Royal Fam in the building

[Verse 1: Phil Ade]

I'm gone

Niggas can't find me

Pay trips to them palm trees

Rockin' shit that ain't out yet

How I get

Bitch I'm me

Royal Fam is the army

Maryland that's all me

Dre said I can take it over

But he let me know that it's on me

On Route 1 all black Mercedes

Car packed with all black ladies

Dope as all these crack babies

I'm a beast

Make a track contract rabies

In fact maybe I'm a live legend

Specialized in dime fetching

But I ain't hand the bitch one cent

Graced MTV with my presence

Gold watch you can't find mine

Not for sale can't buy mine

Party don't start until I'm in it

So fuck ya'll you on my time

Just appeared out of thin air

Now I'm up where there's thin air

Virgin Airline above your head

I know where you headed I been there

[Hook: Phil Ade]

Now I'm gone

Not fishin' nigga

On a milk carton like I'm missing nigga

I'm gone

Big pimpin' nigga

Got your chick and my chick kissing nigga

I'm gone

I must be trippin' nigga

Got five swishers and a fifth of liquor

I'm gone

Still the same dude

But your world and my world different nigga

[Verse 2: Phil Ade]

I'm the shit

Shawty I'm the shit

Check my clothes and kicks

Backseat when I roll in whips

All my hoes is thick

You niggas sick

Trynna hold my dick

Stare a hole in my bitch

Man I swear that my life a movie

Let me roll a clip

Everywhere I go

I'm up in the crowd

We smoke in the club

I'm up in a cloud

This is your girl

I'm up in her now

My circle of sex

We fuckin' around

Everyone that I know up in my town

Is telling me that I'm up next for the crown

Half of the time I'm not even here

I'm up in the air

You stuck on the ground

I be ridin' round Riverdale

More change on me than a wishing well

Haters I wish you well

Slowing me down is a mission fail

But don't get it misconstrued

Get your ass hit if your diss come rude

Tell the promoter to get some loot

Or get Phil in a distant mood

[Hook: Phil Ade]

[Verse 3: Phil Ade]

I'm gone

Drop it

Drop it to the floor

No

Don't stop it

I want to see you get low

Uptown Southside I want to see you get dough

P.G. MoCo this the shit I live for

Polo drawers Polo socks

So clean I look photoshopped

Man I swear I can't leave the house without creating a photo-op

No sir I don't know no cops

Your man gets sponsored by street niggas

By hoppin' out College Park

In every house party like cheap liquor

I'm gone

Off Ciroc

Me and Niko blowin' off the top

My nigga fresh off the blocks

So you know he bear arms he a halter top

I'm trynna alter pop culture

Run by nothing but vultures

And I'mma hold the spot where the throne is

I'm the new DMV poster

Gone