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I've known kells since i was like eleven

Since like sixth grade you know what i mean

Kells held me down a lot my cousin held me

Down a lot and that's really it people fall off real quick when

You're in here

Ay tell'em imma 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

The years on the road got me thinkin' blow

Even though they just wanted some bars like jail time

See there i go, somebody this drink from me, i love my bitches oh

Please god don't let them take none of the paint 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 fed case

And how im suppose to feel when i'm in hollywood trynna 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 here but and still even back when dub had a job cuttin'

Steel even back when we was on the block up the hill up

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 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 100 percent same crew till the end, kells

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 ay shit changes

Same mothafucka we grew up with we're still boys

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

Imma 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 inna dream, work

I was on the cover of double XL i ain't talkin' 'bout the big T-shirt

Lace up im 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' pal

And flip an empty house to a mothafuckin crowd

Know what i'm talkin' 'bout yes sir

Errbody better pay respect yes sir

I be in the land with a steel tecsture

I object and a ways that they test first

Bitch im 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 im 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 nothin' but a peasant and

I am a fuckin' legend can you feel that?

Once we got our highschool they were teachin' shit

So we would just go do whatever get some money do whatever

We was always scared of kickin it though

Kids would want to battle and shit you know what i mean

Like he said he wanted to rap so he would push into random

Battle 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

Machine Gun Kelly - Therapy – текст

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