Текст песни Cry When I'm Gone - Dee Watkins

Ayy, I′ma keep it real
I'ma tell you really how I feel
They don′t wanna let a nigga live
They just wanna see me broke
They don't wanna see a nigga grow
They wanna see me posted at that store
Baby, you don't understand
I ain′t really tryna be your man
I′m too busy runnin' all them bands
Takin′ pictures with my fans
And we got them sticks in the van
I pray that this shit don't get out of hand
I′ma slide for my dogs
'Cause I know he slide for me back
Put that on my mama, that′s a fact
He gon' to the nigga dome
He gon' teach a nigga how to act
Smokin′ dead niggas, we can match
Really I′m just tryna chill
'Cause I just put my mama in the crib
And you don′t understand how i feel
Mama couldn't pay the bills
Now a nigga worth a couple mill
Fuck it, now it is what it is
I be feelin′ like fuck it
I don't need no introduction
No hustlin′
Do it for my mama and my cousins
I love it
Notice they was comin', I ain't rushin′
Mean muggin′
But he don't even know the slug′s comin'
I can get you gone by the press of a button
Bag on his head, I ain′t even gotta touch him
I ain't give a fuck about your shooter, nigga, fuck him
I ain′t tryna meet no new niggas, I don't trust them

And i'ma get a bag that′s by any means
I ain′t never bought a bitch a wedding ring
Had to cut that bitch off, now she dead to me
Nigga scared of me
Had to thank lord 'cause he′s blessin' me
I just want you to see the best of me

Look, i ain′t fuckin' with these niggas I′ll be in my lane
I be runnin' up that money stayin' out the way
She wanna fuck with me but I ain′t got the time of day
Boy, you be trippin′ 'bout that bitch, you need to tie your lace
I keep the bitch rollin′, I got a lot to say
I keep the heat on me, I can't die today
Long live meek, like my dog I wanna fly away
But since I can′t fly I'ma just get fly today
Walk with a whole lotta raps in my pants
Niggas try to rob me I′ma let this 40 dance
Way these niggas hatin'? i ain't ever understand
When I was chasin′ money that′s the only time I ran
Whole lotta rats like I hit the lotto
We chase money, not hoes
Die for my bros
Slot with no poles
Hate me while I'm here
Cry when I′m gone