[Verse 1: J. Cole]
|
Yeah, back from the dead
|
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
|
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
|
Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and neck with these square rappers
|
My guest room's got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress
|
No time for furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
|
Watching you, learning you
|
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
|
Should of thought and occured to you
|
My next album flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly
|
With tops dropped on convertible, Porsches
|
Born Sinner, not burning no crosses
|
Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double digits
|
I gotta do somethin'
|
Fightin' depression I'm trying my nigga
|
But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my nigga
|
Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets
|
I reak of the scent of a vendetta that's deep
|
I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce back
|
They love to hear black nigga count stacks, count stacks
|
|
[Hook: J. Cole]
|
Forty thousand in my pocket you see it
|
Another twenty on the way you see it
|
I got a fish for a dollar you see it
|
Five hundred for the Js you see it
|
I get money out the ass you see it
|
I thought I'd never see the day you see it
|
They put a price on my head you see it
|
But they don't ever have to pay you see it
|
I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed
|
Cause heaven seems a million miles away
|
I dreamed of all the things that I would say
|
On that day
|
But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
|
Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
|
Now get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen
|
Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen
|
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
|
Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
|
I get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen, one day
|
|
[Verse 2: Bas]
|
Yeah
|
Omission's usually, an admission to guilt
|
Hari Kari yourself, all the way to the hilt
|
You get nothin', no love
|
Zip, zero, zilch
|
We don't mention you lames, man I be pleadin' the fifth
|
There's a Judas in every crew, concealed in a kiss
|
Kiss of death, let's put the rest all to tedious bits
|
Fucks sake you niggas emanate a feminines traits
|
Bitch nigga when could never relate
|
Nah, cause man you niggas is birds
|
You learn that at bird school, or somethin'
|
You eaten that bird food, or somethin'
|
You sick with that bird flu, or somethin'
|
That's my word, cause every where I turn
|
When folks I known for years, that couldn't pronounce my name
|
And asking me for pics, there's something bout this game
|
It's somethin' for the bitches, it's somethin' for the bitches
|
|
[Hook]
|
|
-----------------
|
Hell's Kitchen
|
DJ Khaled |