I've known Kells since I was like eleven. We met in like sixth grade you know what I mean? Kells held me down a lot, my cousin Mikey held me down a lot. And that's really it, people fall off real quick when you're in here

[Verse 1]

Ay tell'em Im'a need a minute, damn

My heads fucked up

I be thinkin' jail whenever hear'em say they need a sentence

I be in the booth zoned out

They say they just need a couple lines

And all the years on the road got me thinkin' blow

Even though they just wanted some bars like jail time

See there I go, somebody take this drink from me

I love my bitches all

Please God don't let them take none of the pink from me

And since you need a filler for the dead space

Sorry I had to get my head straight one of the homies back home caught a fair case

And how I'm suppose to feel

When I'm in Hollywood tryna get a couple mil

And I just got a call that my dawg got killed

And maybe it wouldn't have happened if I wouldn't have been out'chea but

Even still, even back when Dub had a job cuttin' steel

Even back when we was on the block up the hill

On Hundred Thirty-First there was blood gettin' spilled

I ain't re-invent the wheel mothafucka

This is how it is where I live mothafucka

Semis and the blue nose pit mothafucka

Just in case they run up in the crib mothafucka

Got kids mothafucka

Fuck you think you knew about me?

Got a question? I don't even want to talk to you, ask them

They the ones that grew up around me

Kept it one-hundred percent same crew till the end

Kells

[Interlude]

It's deeper than that, you know what I mean? In so many years and all the shit we been through. That's definitely my brother. I do for him, he do for me. And it was always like that. Ain't shit change. Same mothafuckas we grew up with. We're still boys

He never really been for the bullshit, he's one hunned

[Verse 2]

Ay Im'a need about an hour

And a first class ticket, wait

Make that a jet and a champagne shower

Oh I ain't rich yet

Fuck it I can make a dollar and a dream work

I was on the cover of the double X-L

I ain't talkin' 'bout the big T-shirt

Lace up I'm finna run circles 'round squares in these Nike Airs

Finna go hard with my dawgs that were right there

Finna treat songs like a mothafuckin' pound

And flip an empty house to a mothafuckin crowd

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout ,yes sir

Errbody better pay respect this year

I be in the Land with a steel texture

Object in the waist just in case they test first

Bitch I'm from the east side, east side, watch First 48

I owe nobody, just know I rep, rep OH, get it?

Fuck it if you don't I'm just ventin' like I use to do like these

Rappers I will never mention

How stupid are you?

To think i would give you my attention

When you're nothin' but a peasant and I am a fuckin' legend

Can you feel that?

[Interlude/Outro]

Once we got to our high school, they weren't teachin' shit. So we would just go do whatever, get some money, whatever. But we were was always good at kickin it though. He would want to battle and shit, you know what I mean? Like he said he wanted to rap, so we would push into random battles at school. You know what i mean? I just knew one of us would make it in something. You know what i mean and i just felt that