Man: Ayo, T, you ain't neva hit a brotha back on da Hatebook. Da hell's dat 'bout? Cousin: Dawg, I ain't even seen it. You know I be busy wit them jobs n' all that. Man: Nah man, don't gimme dat. I saw you throwin' shade on dem pics, but you ain't got time for your own fam? Cousin: Bro, fo real, I ain't mean no disrespect. It just slipped my mind, tru dat. Man: Fo shizzle? We fam, man. I thought we was tighter than dat. I ain't 'spectin' to be all up in yo life, but at least holla atcha boy, na'mean? Cousin: Fo sho dawg, my bad. Lemme make it right, what you need, how I can help? Man: Look fam, I was jus' checkin' in on you, makin' sho you be doin' aight, ya' dig? Cousin: Ayy, real talk, I 'preciate dat. I gotcha, next time I'll hit you up and we can chop it up. Man: Aight bet, keep it 100 cuz. Don't let Hatebook keep you from yo real ones. Cousin: No doubt, fam. Haters gonna hate, but we gotta stick together. I gotchu. Man: That's what's up. Holla at me next time, alright? Cousin: Aight dawg, fo sho. Stay up and be trill. Peace out, cuz.