Tommy Brown - 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**ed 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**hes 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 k**ed 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**a This is how it is where I live mothaf**a Semis and the blue nose pit mothaf**a Just in case they run up in the crib mothaf**a Got kids mothaf**a f** 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** 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** change. Same mothaf**as we grew up with. We're still boys He never really been for the bullsh**, he's one hunned [Verse 2] Ay Im'a need about an hour And a first cla** ticket, wait Make that a jet and a champagne shower Oh I ain't rich yet f** 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**in' pound And flip an empty house to a mothaf**in 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**h I'm from the east side, east side, watch First 48 I owe nobody, just know I rep, rep OH, get it? f** 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**in' legend Can you feel that? [Interlude/Outro] Once we got to our high school, they weren't teachin' sh**. 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**, 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