Cry About It

Now that I've left the city in majesty

My trench coat on the foreign ground

That V8 with the flooring sound

Pump Veggie juice for the horsepower

These psychedelics make Calumet look like a Mario Kart course now

My bank tellers say my checks make Zuckerberg look poor now

I'm 150 on the skyway tapping every hoe like morse code

These glitters look like constellations of an image not even Nasa know

That's my old dream, sip double cup of codeine, that's a bad act like porn now

Used to shoplift from the corner store never met the police swarm now

I was so discrete…

Now I can't avoid no judgement