Yeah, this for my people smokin’ in the car
That shit you know was potent when you open up the jar
That shit you got from Oakland because Oakland’s not that far
And your cousin’s out there growin’ purple roses in his yard
And he gives you them for low ‘cause he like to share a smoke
And he cares about his folk like he strokin’ a guitar
And you know if not for him you would be at a loss
So you keep him in your thoughts as you roll up your cigars

[Chorus]
Singin’ you, and me, relate - I see you
Because we, appre–ciate, good people

You been
Stuck in a limbo
Not makin’ enough to be comfortable
Been payin’ these dues, maybe someday soon they’ll become refundable
Yeah, with a little bit of interest
Yeah, little somethin’ you can invest
Just yesterday you was a child, now half of your childhood friends got infants
Shit, least it ain’t you
‘Til your face turn navy blue
When the girl from the other night call you up and say “I’m pregnant with your baby, boo”
Aw no, man, this can’t be true, naw, naw man, this can’t be true
I got too much life to live, I got people to see, I got things to do
This gonna be a big change for you
Diapers, you’re gonna have to change a few
‘Cause workin’ a 9-to-5 job for a couple of years, minimum wage
And do you see a time machine, you really need it badly
Everybody needs you to be the daddy
Everybody needs you to feed the family
But you don’t know if you’re gonna be able to, ‘cause
All the time and the work and the stress it takes and it makes you depressed and sad
You really wanna run away from it but you don’t wanna be another deadbeat dad
And this overwhelming, ‘cause it got you by surprise
But when that baby come, and you look into its eyes, you say
“I’mma look over you
I’mma look over you, yeah
I’mma look over you
I’mma look over you, yeah”

[Chorus]
Singin’ you, and me, relate - I see you
Because we, appre–ciate, them good people

Shit, this for my people jugglin’ them bills
And fightin’ off depression but still countin’ up they blessings
‘Cause they notice folks just out there that be strugglin’ for reals
Like parents who got children that’s been sufferin’ from illness
And they still is because they can’t afford the suppliments and pills
A kid that’s goin’ hungry, immigrants from other countries
With no money that got talent and got hustle and got skills
But end up laboring for next to nothing in them fields
So whether you labelled hopeless or homeless or illegal
I’ll put these bars on top of each other to show we’re equal
Because we, appre–ciate all, good people