CRY ABOUT IT

Yeah
You're gone

Bitch, I'm on duty, that's on 3
Watch your tone when you talking to me
Like you're praying, get down on your knees
I'm the one that they all wanna be
Off of a pill, no, I can't go to sleep
You look at your money, it shrinks
I'm tryna ball like Yao Ming
Can't do no feature, the fuck do you think?
Try to talk that talk, like, I don't know you
I think that he wanna be imposter
I'm on a pill like I'm SOS, no
She finna leave you, like, SOS, bro
They tryna send me a SMS, no
I-I'm not tryna let it go, yeah

They tryna leak my phone [?]
They be like, "Twikipedia, where you get them clothes?" (Yeah)
I got it from 3
I swear to God they all wanna be me
I feel like Stevie that shit I can't see
Like, go home, I know you wanna leave
Bitch, I can't
I got it from 3
I swear to God they all wanna be me
I feel like Stevie that shit I can't see
Like, go home, I know you wanna leave

Bitch, I got it, got exotic in my pocket
Left one, not the right one, you just—

Bitch, I got it, got exotic, in my pock—
Left one, not the right one, you just saw it
He look at the fashion, and he wish he could've bought it
And if you wanna be me, make deposits