Each band had a $1000 label on it. With furrowed brows and an aching chest, I turned a bit more in my seat and begged for an explanation from Lyric. “That nigga not stopping shit for you, Ever. I’ve just been waiting on you to make the call. You don’t owe me anything. Get on your feet. Don’t rush into getting a place to stay. Stack your money at my place. You can stay as long as you’d like. It’s big enough for us all. That’s eight thousand dollars.
Thats a true friend
