World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with in my head Who's white or black, it's a package Get if you said that I'm neck and neck with these square rappers My guest room's got plantinum plaques, and an air No for furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you Watching you, you Word to Pac, I'm to murder you Sure the thought can to you My next album flop, then I'm pop, like Nelly tops dropped on convertible Porsches Born Sinner, not no crosses Might a couple bridges, I'm losing by double digits I do somethin' Fightin' depression I'm trying my But everytime I about it I'm cryin' my nigga Cried myself to sleep on thousand sheets 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 count stacks, count stacks
Forty 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 I'd never see the day (you see it, ay) They put a price on my (you see it) But they don't have to pay (you see it, ay) I fell down on my knees and I prayed 'Cause heaven seems a million 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 fake well wishing Now get out of hells kitchen, kitchen my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen Cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen Nigga fuck you and your fake wishing I get out of hells kitchen, 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 pleadin' the There's a Judas in crew, concealed in a kiss of death, let's put the rest all to tedious bits Fucks sake you emanate a feminines traits nigga when could never relate Nah, cause man you niggas is You learn that at school, or somethin' You that bird food, or somethin' You with that bird flu, or somethin' That's my word, cause every I turn folks 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 hundred for the (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 don't ever 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 hells kitchen, kitchen Nigga fuck you and your well wishing Now get out of hells kitchen, kitchen my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen Cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen fuck you and your fake well wishing I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey