World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, from the dead Like Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head Who's or black, it's a rare package Get if you said that I'm neck and neck with these square rappers My room's got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress No time for furniture shopping, too burnin' you you, learning you Word to Pac, I'm to murder you Sure the thought can to you My next album flop, then I'm goin pop, Nelly With tops dropped on convertible Sinner, not burning no crosses Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double I do somethin' Fightin' depression I'm my nigga But everytime I think about it I'm my nigga Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar I reak of the scent of a vendetta that's I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce They love to hear black nigga count stacks, count
thousand in my pocket (you see it) Another on the way (you see it, ay) I got a for a dollar (you see it, uh) Five for the Jays (you see it, ay) I get out the ass (you see it) I I'd never 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 heaven seems a million miles I dreamed of all the that I would say On day But for now I'm up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen Nigga fuck you and fake well wishing Now get out of hells kitchen, kitchen Tell my story I'm just hopin' listen Cooking up in hells kitchen, kitchen Nigga fuck you and your well wishing I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey
Omission's usually, an to guilt 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 a Judas in every crew, concealed in a kiss Kiss of death, put the rest all to tedious bits Fucks sake you niggas emanate a traits Bitch nigga when could relate Nah, man you niggas is birds You that at bird school, or somethin' You that bird food, or somethin' You sick with that bird flu, or my word, cause every where I turn When I known for years, that couldn't pronounce my name And me for pics, there's something bout this game It's somethin' for the bitches, it's somethin' for the
thousand in my pocket (you see it) Another on the way (you see it, ay) I got a for a dollar (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 on my knees and yeah I prayed 'Cause seems a million miles away I dreamed of all the that I would say On day But for now I'm up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen Nigga fuck you and your fake wishing Now get out of hells kitchen, hells Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells Nigga fuck you and fake well wishing I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey