Yeah, you was worried 'bout me pourin' up (Ayo, that's nickk) I was worried 'bout ya goin' up I ain't wanna go public with you 'Cause I was worried 'bout you goin' up, oh And I break bread with my niggas, fasho We ain't blood bruddas, we mudd bruddas, fasho Why you gotta act like this in public and put on a show? I spent five thousand for this chain, so I'm puttin' it on How the fuck I ain't do nothin' for you and I put you on? Pour my feelings up in my cup, then I go make me a song Blue said it's time to get in yo' bag, so I'm finna get in my zone We don't fuck with the outsiders, we came up on our own My blunt got real ZaZa in it My cup got real codeine in it Showed you more attention Now you talkin' about keepin' yo' distance Tryna stay on my pivot You tryna knock my pimpin', uh I'm still sippin' And it fucked me up when Brenda died Poured up a 6 and I sat back and cried Had a dream of you, I seen you in the sky You see the pain in my eyes Fucked me up, when I seen you in the sky Fucked me up so much, it made me cry My blunt got real ZaZa in it My cup got real codeine in it Showed you more attention Now you talkin' about keepin' yo' distance Tryna stay on my pivot You tryna knock my pimpin', uh I'm still sippin'