[Verse]
Main bitch want a dollar from me?
Shit, I don't got enough green for McDonald dollar cuisine
Bro, I don't got it for cheap and I'm still hungry
I got a receipt and the bill, fuck me
I'm still lucky, I'm down and a lil' rough
With my heels up from my head if it still function
It's real love with a twist like we still cousins
Real sick shit, still shits on ill fiction
Real bitch n***as feel different of course
Only real n***as feel this shit from the core
Built from the floor like gin, filled when it's poured
Rains when it does
If you've seen it from the same angle as us
You can change pace with a sprained ankle
And pray thankful to us