Therapy lyrics

[Intro]
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 f*cked 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 b*tches 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 mothaf*cka
This is how it is where I live mothaf*cka
Semis and the blue nose pit mothaf*cka
Just in case they run up in the crib mothaf*cka
Got kids mothaf*cka
f*ck 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 sh*t we been through. That's definitely my brother. I do for him, he do for me. And it was always like that. Ain't sh*t change. Same mothaf*ckas we grew up with. We're still boys
He never really been for the bullsh*t, 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
f*ck 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 mothaf*ckin' pound
And flip an empty house to a mothaf*ckin 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
b*tch I'm from the east side, east side, watch First 48
I owe nobody, just know I rep, rep OH, get it?
f*ck 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 f*ckin' legend
Can you feel that?
[Interlude/Outro]
Once we got to our high school, they weren't teachin' sh*t. 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 sh*t, 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