text: Ay yo
  This that shit you bob your head to
  This that brand new instrumental
  I heard he puts his city on
  That boy Kells so influential
  Success got everybody hating
  Success to me is inspiration
  Cause how we supposed to know that what we dream is possible
  If dont nobody that looks like us makes it?
  You only got one life, dont waste it
  I mean we only got one night, get wasted
  I mean I know youre trying to think it out
  But go with what you feel cause real problems cant be calculated
  Its hard to find the answer when they have no explanation
  Its hard to find where youre headed when theres no destination
  Its hard to know when were going when theres no expiration
  So until that day, just keep that Kells inside your playlist and
  Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
  Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
  Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
  Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
  Drinking whiskey like a desperado
  My bitches drinking Reposado
  Ashing in an empty bottle
  Listening to the songs that put our asses in this empty condo
  Remember ridin round in Ashleighs car though?
  When the radio first played our song though?
  Or at her house when MTV first showed my face
  That clip was crazy, I swear it felt like we won the lotto
  But a million bucks cant buy priceless moments
  An a million people may not know us
  But every one of us wants this gift we own
  And that is: how is how to keep it real
  How to never judge somebody by their steering wheel
  Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
  Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
  But like I said its hard to know where youre headed
  When theres no destination
  So until that day, just keep that Kells inside your playlist and
  Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
  Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
  Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
  Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
  This shit right here, man, this shit feels right! Aye Dub! Aye Dre! Aye Irv! you know it’s all year right? Hah! Im sitting here in the middle of New York City, the night before I gotta turn my second album in, higher than a motherfucka, drunker than a motherfucka, with my boys, and I’m thinking, damn, man 5 years ago, we were dead broke chilling in Cleveland everyday, and the next thing you know, people are calling us about record deals. And you know, the crazy part is, Ashleigh rented this white Nissan Altima for me and Slim so we could drive out to New York. I think she had to some work some shit or something, so she couldn’t go so we were gonna go out there and see what these labels were talking about. And I’m driving us there, but my license’s suspended so I tell Slim, Im like “Yo, I gotta pull up before we get to New York and switch, so you can drive in case we get pulled over cause we got pulled over the last time we went there. But you know, he had a license so it made sense for him to drive so cut to like 7 and a half hours later, Im pulling over in this emergency lane and right as I’m opening the door to switch with Slim, boom! This fucking car going full speed on the highway swerves off the road and smashed into us. Yo, I swear to God I woke up half my body’s laying outside the car in the ditch, like 15-20 feet away from where we just were. The car was totalled, the windows were smashed, it was cold as fuck, it was raining outside, but we were actually okay. I mean, my boy had to go the hospital you know the ambulance came and shit, he ended up being alright, but our meeting’s with the record label started at 2 and we didn’t have no car, and now we were stuck in a fucking hospital in New Jersey. So this dude that, I ended up partnering with later on, his name’s James McMillan, he comes and gets us to these meetings and shit, somehow, someway. I don’t know if it was just because we just got into a crazy car crash and could’ve died a couple of hours ago but Im in there and like you know I’m not feeling this shit man I’m not feeling this record label shit and we drove back to Cleveland. Now Im back in Ashleighs moms basement, Im thinking about life, you know, Im on a shit ton of vicodin cause the doctors at the hospital you know gave us something cause we got into that car accident and Ashleigh runs downstairs and she’s like “Yo, yo, Kells, Kells, youre not gonna believe who wants to talk to you right now. I’m like, who?” She’s like “He’s gonna call you in 30 seconds. Now I guess, when I was in New York, I had made some kinda noise cause this dude named Byron who ended up becoming my manager later on took this video I had called “Chip off the Block” over to Bad Boy and showed Harve Pierre and Harve Pierre went and showed that vid to a guy named Puff, so I answer my phone, depressed, down, fucked up on vicodin and I hear: “Please hold, I have Mister Sean Combs for you. I said, god damn, life’s about to change, man, I felt it. And sometimes thats all it takes, it’s just that feeling you know what I mean. I knew I was gonna be here, and now I’m here
  Feel that, uh
  Lace up, Kells
  Lace up, Kells
  Farewell, yeah
  This that shit you bob your head to
  This that brand new instrumental
  I heard he puts his city on
  That boy, Kells