World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the Like Michael in red jackets, with naps in my head white or black, it's a rare package Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and neck with these rappers My guest room's got plantinum plaques, and an air No time for shopping, too busy burnin' you you, learning you Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to you Sure the thought can to you My album flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly With tops dropped on Porsches Born Sinner, not burning no Might burn a couple bridges, I'm by double digits I do somethin' depression I'm trying my nigga But I think about it I'm cryin' my nigga myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets I reak of the scent of a that's deep I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't I'd bounce back They love to hear black nigga stacks, count stacks
thousand in my pocket (you see it) Another on the way (you see it, ay) I got a fish for a (you see it, uh) Five hundred for the (you see it, ay) I get out the ass (you see it) I thought I'd see the day (you see it, ay) They put a on my head (you see it) But they ever have to pay (you see it, ay) I fell down on my and yeah I prayed 'Cause heaven a million miles away I of all the things that I would say On day But for now I'm cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen fuck you and your fake well wishing Now get out of kitchen, hells kitchen Tell my story I'm hopin' they'll listen Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells Nigga fuck you and your fake well I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey
Omission's usually, an admission to Hari yourself, all the way to the hilt You get nothin', no Zip, zero, We don't mention you lames, man I be the fifth There's a Judas in crew, concealed in a kiss Kiss of death, let's put the all to tedious bits Fucks sake you niggas a feminines traits Bitch nigga could never relate Nah, man you niggas is birds You learn that at bird school, or You eaten bird food, or somethin' You with that bird flu, or somethin' my word, cause every where I turn When I known for years, that couldn't pronounce my name And asking me for pics, there's something bout this It's somethin' for the bitches, it's somethin' for the
Forty thousand in my (you see it) twenty on the way (you see it, ay) I got a fish for a (you see it, uh) Five for the Jays (you see it, ay) I get out the ass (you see it) I thought I'd see the day (you see it, ay) put a price on my head (You see it) But they ever have to pay (you see it, ay) I fell down on my knees and I prayed 'Cause seems a million miles away I of all the things that I would say On day But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, hells Nigga fuck you and your fake wishing Now get out of kitchen, hells kitchen my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen Cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen Nigga fuck you and your well wishing I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey