World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with in my head white or black, it's a rare package Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and neck with square rappers My guest got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress No for furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you you, learning you Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to you the thought can occur to you My next flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly With tops dropped on convertible Sinner, not burning no crosses Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double I gotta do depression I'm trying my nigga But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my myself to sleep on thousand dollar 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 nigga count stacks, count
Forty thousand in my (you see it) Another on the way (you see it, ay) I got a fish for a (you see it, uh) hundred 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 don't ever have to pay (you see it, ay) I fell on my knees and yeah I prayed 'Cause heaven seems a million miles I dreamed of all the things that I say On day But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, hells Nigga fuck you and your fake well Now get out of hells kitchen, kitchen Tell my I'm just hopin' they'll listen Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells Nigga fuck you and your well wishing I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey
Omission's usually, an to guilt Hari Kari yourself, all the way to the You get nothin', no Zip, zero, We mention you lames, man I be pleadin' 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 emanate a traits Bitch when could never relate Nah, man you niggas is birds 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 When folks I known for years, that pronounce my name And me for pics, there's something bout this game It's somethin' for the bitches, somethin' for the bitches
Forty in my pocket (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 thought I'd 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 yeah I 'Cause heaven seems a million miles 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 fake well Now get out of hells kitchen, hells my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen Cooking up in hells kitchen, kitchen Nigga fuck you and fake well wishing I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey