[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 n***a 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—n***a, what heat?
Yeah, I stole shit, sold it in the streets
I'm a go-getter, never jealous of a n***a
Gotta stack my money, steal another n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 (N***a)
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, n***a, 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)