[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 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 thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
