World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back the dead Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, naps in my head Who's white or black, it's a package Get smacked if you said that I'm and neck with these square rappers My room's got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress No time for furniture shopping, too busy you Watching you, you to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you Sure the can occur to you My next album flop, I'm goin pop, like Nelly With tops dropped on convertible Sinner, not burning no crosses Might a couple bridges, I'm losing by double digits I do somethin' Fightin' depression I'm trying my But everytime I think about it I'm my nigga Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar I of the scent of a vendetta that's deep I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce They love to hear nigga count stacks, count stacks
Forty thousand in my (you see it) twenty 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 price on my (you see it) But they don't ever to pay (you see it, ay) I fell on my knees and yeah I prayed 'Cause heaven seems a million away I dreamed of all the that I would say On day But for now I'm up in hells 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, kitchen Nigga fuck you and fake well 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 the fifth a Judas in every crew, concealed in a kiss Kiss of death, let's put the rest all to tedious Fucks you niggas emanate a feminines traits Bitch nigga could never relate Nah, cause man you niggas is You learn that at school, or somethin' You eaten that food, or somethin' You sick with that bird flu, or That's my word, cause every where I When folks I known for years, couldn't pronounce my name And asking me for pics, something bout this game It's somethin' for the bitches, somethin' for the bitches
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) hundred 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) They put a on my head (You see it) But don't ever have to pay (you see it, ay) I fell down on my knees and yeah I '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 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 well wishing I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey