1PM

I was good at bussing mugs and nothing more

Brody told me make a play, I dropped the zaza on the floor

I was broke as fuck, ain't have a dime so bro gave me his coat

I'm depressed as fuck, I try to mask the shit by telling jokes

Only looked up to my older brother cause that boi the goat

Can't nobody cook like Starri cook I put that on my soul

I got humbled when a nigga upped his pole and then I froze

I'm still mad she bought cocaine with all my money that she stole

I lost 15hunnit In investment tryna sell some clothes

I spend all my money buying liquor, I don't spend on hoes

Everything I ever did was for the bread, for the dough

I don't know what she expected outta me, she a hoe