[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