When I'm Gone Interlude Video (MV)

See the stars, see the moon
I'll watch the universe together with you
See the stars, see the moon
I'll watch the universe together with you
(This a Flavr Boy exclusive)
Callin' me and sayin' you part of the Hot Boys
Had to tell that girl to play with these gently, they're not toys
Had to keep it steamin' all in the room like bok choy
Neighbors complainin' about noise
Damn, tryna do arenas and they sold out
Still doin' shady deals they don't know 'bout
Sendin' you a text whenever I hit the road now
Feel like Secret Service with all of these weapons, check the load out
Damn, shawty check my room and I'm not even there
Shit is so surreal, get the bag and you fumbled the pair
How you claimin' that you at the top and you not even there?
Niggas dyin' just to get up there so we ain't playin' it fair
Makin' boss moves in the function, everybody gone stare
Deep stroke hittin' from the back and I'm pullin' her hair
Textin' all caps and arguin' on the phone, don't even care
I ain't even worried 'bout it, my shooters be everywhere
No, you can't compare to the team
Six walk dogs for the bros back in the lead
Say my heart cold because love is all I need
Feelin' like a rat, I'm attracted to the cheese
Heartbreaks and heartaches with no sleep
Had a cold plate, a cold heart but that's me
Up late night contemplating, no sleep
R.I.P. to my brothеrs dead on those streets
Time for a plan B, you need a different plan
Tryna make ends meet, she got a Onlyfans
She broke down cryin', sayin', "You wouldn't understand"
And now she take pics and sell it to the average man
But you should know it come with a price
Lil' details and weak sales, man that was something slight
Ridin' 'round in that lil' coupe, tryna get it right
Lil' joint we could spark, tryna get a lil' high
If I'm in the right mood, I'll tell you what's on my mind
I don't need a wedding ring but it's obvious you my wife
Send a hit to the opps then we can wine and dine
And I stack that money up sideways, number line
I see the things that (yeah), you saw me dreaming about
I guess this one goes out to my uh-
My OG's and my, my niggas that been there since day one, ya feel me?
Yeah, she always hit me up 'bout Cashapp
I hit her back and I'm like, "Where yo' bag at?"
Sip a little Henny then she start to throw it back, back
She got her nails done, a little makeup and her ass fat
I keep a little strap and some rounds in my backpack
Lil' shawty ate that dick up just like a f*ckin' Rap Snack
And now we movin' random, we movin' all abstract
She tell me that she loyal to the team, I can't pass that
Shout out Lil Yachty 'cause I'm in a big boat
Aye, fireworks sparkin', told the gang, "Let's have a toast"
Aye, takin' nice pictures with the guns that we still tote
And I'll probably be lookin' back laughin' when I'm old
F*ck labels, f*ck a bonus, I'ma still follow the code
And my bros still need me, I'll always be there for 'em
I know they need a role model so I gotta show 'em
Late night conversations, you know it ain't over (this a Flavr Boy exclusive)
Yeah, but I got it in my conscience
I know that these niggas hatin' on me, they be plottin'
Ridin' 'round in the coupe, yeah, I gotta be cautious
Put them boys on mute 'cause all they ever say is nonsense
Lookin' at the trenches, tryna see a life beyond it
Fallin' down in the atmosphere, I am not a comet
I know that niggas hatin' on me but I don't read comments
I self-doubt myself sometimes, I need to stop it
Aye, eatin' at the table with the family
And through all of the opportunities, still gotta manage
Workin' all day so you know that a boy be famished
I pull up with the hammer and my niggas doin' damage
And free all of my youngins, they got stuck inside the jammer
You loaded with the soda, told that bro, "Pass me the Fanta"
Red bags inside the lobby, lookin' like we Santa
Home alone, McCauley Culkin, take it to Santana
Aye, shawty here's my number, do not call me on no pager
Damn, gamblin' habits, I know them bros, they got a wager
She might get on your nerves but you still gotta face her
If you don't text me I won't text you, I'm not a chaser
Big bros, big dawgs with the bag, go get the labor
He was supportin' you since day one, you know you owe him favors
I'm in Indiana with the team but I am not a Pacer
And my heart is still f*cked up over my betrayal
And that's real
And that's real