[Intro: Hodgy Beats]

Yeah

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]

We was kids when we first met

I can't forget—when we met, I took a breath

I recollect we took a step together, unison

I was a bad boy, a hooligan that drew you in, I'm full of sin

Speaking poetry to your innocence, dividend indifferent

'Bout deliberate relations 'cause she know a nigga ignorant (Yeah)

Like bull's eye, I grew with the wind

And forget about the shit, pretend like it never happened

Just friends or belligerent enemies

Sending false energy to belly feeds to the fire of the pedigree

Life's a bitch in the seventies

To the third degree and I ain't got a job, but, shit, it works for me

She love the fact that I live driving on the edge, purposely

Money ain't for degree, but it's worth a C

I go blind for that lil' light of mine

I keep inside it mine, and I'ma let it shine

[Chorus: Hodgy Beats]

Even though we have our own problems and differences

I still fuck with you

Even though we had our own fallouts, we pitchin' fits

I still fuck with you

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]

I was never a motherfucker to want beef

Until you went and put my shit out in the front streets

Yeah, I sold drugs—nigga, what heat?

Yeah, I stole shit, sold it in the streets

I'm a go-getter, never jealous of a nigga

Gotta stack my money, steal another nigga figures

I don't need a fucking chain, bitch, I'm in the game (Yeah)

Bitch, I need fucking ring, but not for no dame (Yeah)

We all call this here a game 'cause we in it for the same

In it for the funds, throw a lil' ones

Listen to the drums, smoke inside your lungs

Get a little drunk, got your bitch speaking tongues

Have a little offspring and be able to support it

Knowing if we was broke, clinic woulda got aborted

Work now, play now, a nigga runnin' offense

Bitch, I'm in Miami and I'm swimming with the Dolphins (Yeah)

[Chorus: Hodgy Beats]

Even though we have our own problems and differences

I still fuck with you

Even though we had our own fallouts, we pitchin' fits

I still fuck with you

Even though we have our own problems and differences

I still fuck with you (Oh)

Even though we had our own fallouts, we pitchin' fits (Yo)

I still fuck with you

[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]

I don't like going sober to the hospital

Shit only make me nauseous, I'm not with it

So I'm out front parked in a car with a

Few of my niggas hard getting foggy, yeah (You know)

Last year, I ain't know what the cost of a coffin was (Uhh)

So now, I'm often buzzed, in the apartment bummin'

Looking for new chords and a larger nugget

I'm the stars above me when I spark and tug this (Fff)

Far from hard, but I'ma snarl in public

'Cause we large in numbers (Yeah, ho)

Trash Wang, Wolf Gang, we the clique

Not a stain on me, ho

Not a fray in the knit, in the car with the work

Now a real nigga quiet while the talking occurs

I feel like I'm flying when I'm off from the herb (You heard?)

Fuck 'em all, let the army disperse

Know that Swamp lay 'em all in the dirt (What the fuck, man?)

Had to stop, reassess some agendas

Tad bit sicker than the rest of the clinic (Dig me)

Maybe head up, sending threats to your henchmen

We the best, period, the end of the sentence (Nigga)

Roughneck putting paws to the pavement (Pavement)

Lane switch, I'ma blow haze 'til I can't think (Can't think)

Shrink told me I should learn how to pace this (This)

Big homie told me, “Nah, nigga, take this” ("Nah, here, take this")

Shots till my damn liver hates me (Hates me)

Momma saying that she knowing that I need help—nah (Nah)

On the highway to Hades with my motherfuckin' seat belt off (Off, like, off)