Therapy

[Intro: Jo Jo]

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: Machine Gun Kelly]

Ayy, tell 'em I'ma need a minute

Damn, my head's fucked up

I be thinkin' jail whenever I 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 'em 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 supposed to feel

When I'm in Hollywood tryna get a couple mil'

And I just got a call that my dog got killed

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

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

Even back when we was on the block up the hill

Off 131st, there was blood gettin' spilled

I ain't reinvent the wheel, motherfucker

This is how it is where I live, motherfucker

Semis and the blue nose pit, motherfucker

Just in case they run up in the crib, motherfucker

Got kids, motherfucker, ayy

Fuck you think you knew about me?

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

They the ones that grew up 'round me

Kept it one-hundred percent, same crew 'til the end, Kells

[Interlude: Jo Jo]

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

It was always like that, ain't shit change

Same, same motherfuckers we grew up with, we still boys

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

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]

Ayy, I'ma 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 XXL

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 dogs that were right there

Finna treat songs like a motherfuckin' pound

And flip an empty house to a motherfuckin' crowd

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Yes, sir

Everybody better pay respect this year

I be in The Land with a steel texture

I object in the waist just in case they test first

Bitch, I'm from the Eastside, Eastside, 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

With all these rappers I will never mention

How stupid are you to think that I would give you my attention

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

Can you feel that?

[Outro: Jo Jo]

Like, 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 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, would make it in something, you know what I mean?

And I just felt that