Transcript (en)

Mom had to work at 95, still barely got a pocket pitch in We were just borrowing each other, clothing bro on the bar of the kitchen Say he got some yogurt, tryna cook up, told him you the house he live in That when he broke it down to me, said he been put out for two weeks And that when he broke down to me, that when he broke down to me Tears in his eye, tears in my eye, nigga what yours is mine And nigga what mine is yours, you ain't gotta at me for it And the nigga got beef with you, they got beef with me And the nigga got problem bout what I ain't do for you, what you do for me Mad at me bout a dollar