“He Gone” is a promotional single from American rapper Juvenile. ^{[1] [2] [3]}

It features American rapper and record producer Mannie Fresh, and American rapper Dee-1. ^{[5] [6]}

The Official Music Video premiered Thursday, February 26^th 2026^[1], via Juvenile’s official YouTube channel.^[3]

The track produced by: Mannie Fresh & C. Smith.^[4]

The song written by: Byron Thomas, Charles Smith, David Augustine & Juvenile.^[4]

Song: #HeGone

Artist: #Juvenile #MannieFresh #Dee1

#BangerOfATrack #StreetSingles

 ^Explicit

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“He Gone” Lyrics ^[4]
Song by Juvenile, Mannie Fresh, Dee-1:

Intro
I’m very sorry, but, I don’t think he’s gonna make it

Verse 1: Juvenile
You never blown up a zip
You never gave Ball Mynx a big tip with a whole lot of drip
You don’t know how to get rich, ’cause you never follow the script
You followed your b****
You never walk in a store, when they see you they closin’ the door
‘Cause they know you got money to blow, they never gave you that feeling before or nobody you know
You ain’t never been with a hottie, her fixin’ her body, the baddest inside of the potty
You never know what it feel’ like to be at the top, n**** you ain’t never been hot
You ain’t never ran on the set to collect
You let n***** flex without payin’ they debts
B**** you was stuntin’ when you had a check
Now look at you now drinkin’ Milwaukee Best
You drove, look at your clothes, and you got all that w**** s*** in your nose
You ain’t never been in control, you don’t know how to get to your goal, ’cause you ain’t never hit it before
You ain’t never been in the know
You not a soldier, I told ya, I would expose ya
You ain’t never been in a hole, you life in a stove
So let the machine support ya

Chorus: Mannie Fresh & Juvenile
Huh
He not gon’ make it
Lil’ one not gon’ make it, tell his Mama and his Daddy that insurance they should take it
Carry him, bury him, right there by the cemetery
Y’all should bring him flowers for his birthday every January (He gone, he gone, he gone)
Nah, he gone (Yeah, he gone, yeah, outta here)
Nah, he gone (Outta here)
Nah, he gone (Yeah, outta here)
Nah, he gone (Outta here)
Nah, he gone
Nah, he gone
Nah, he gone

Verse 2: Juvenile
You ain’t never been in a war
You ain’t never been on the block
You ain’t never run from a cop
You ain’t never bought a new car
You ain’t never been in a lot
Talkin’ ’bout you in the trap
Everything you say is cap
You jus’ be runnin’ your flap
You ain’t never carried a strap, you never could do it
So why you put that in your raps?
You ain’t never been in a scuffle, or been in a fight, you don’t even know what it’s like
You never took their advice to cherish your life, or it’d be over tonight
You ain’t never been into drugs, you don’t get buzzed, you ain’t never been in a club
N****, you never get love, you not a thug, we never cared that you was
You never ran up a check, you not a threat, you ain’t never been in the ‘jects
You never bought a Rolex, I’m talking baguettes, the one with invisible sets
You ain’t never been out of town, you ain’t never been down, you don’t even fuck with your rounds, you’re broke
Now I got you on my boat and you don’t even know how to float

Chorus: Mannie Fresh & Juvenile
Huh
He not gon’ make it
Lil’ one not gon’ make it, tell his Mama and his Daddy that insurance they should take it
Carry him, bury him, right there by the cemetery
Y’all should bring him flowers for his birthday every January (He gone, he gone, he gone)
Nah, he gone (Yeah, he gone, yeah, outta here)
Nah, he gone (Outta here)
Nah, he gone (Yeah, outta here)
Nah, he gone (Outta here)
Nah, he gone
Nah, he gone
Nah, he gone

Verse 3: Dee-1
You ain’t got my respect
You’re older than me, but you still livin’ check to check
You ain’t investing your bread, you ain’t a King
You sleep in a Queen-size bed
You ain’t as dumb as you look, you talkin’ a lot
But you ain’t a killer or a crook
You just need to be cool, you ain’t a goon, you went to Catholic school
You ain’t really got no love for your folks, giving ’em turkey, but selling ’em d***
I don’t want your dap, you ain’t my bro
You ain’t no hero, I’m letting you know
You ain’t even really popping dog, you just go places to post pictures
You ain’t really getting close to God, boy, you can’t even quote no scriptures
You ain’t never beat the odds, you ain’t got a job
So ain’t it coincidental?
You ain’t never had a Mannie Fresh beat, you just rapping over instrumentals
You ain’t Dee-1, you ain’t Juvenile
You career ain’t never blown up
You ain’t a OG, you a DG, you a disappoint grown-up, huh

Chorus: Mannie Fresh & Juvenile
Huh
He not gon’ make it
Lil’ one not gon’ make it, tell his Mama and his Daddy that insurance they should take it
Carry him, bury him, right there by the cemetery
Y’all should bring him flowers for his birthday every January (He gone, he gone, he gone)
Nah, he gone (Yeah, he gone, yeah, outta here)
Nah, he gone (Outta here)
Nah, he gone (Yeah, outta here)
Nah, he gone (Outta here)
Nah, he gone
Nah, he gone
Nah, he gone

Writer(s): Byron Thomas, Charles Smith, David Augustine & Juvenile
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