Hells Kitchen

Cole World... DJ Khaled!

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 burning you

Watching you, learning you

Word to Pac, I'm plotting to murder you

Sure the thought can occur to you

My next album flop, then I'm going pop, like Nelly

With tops dropped on convertible Porsches

Born Sinner, not burning no crosses

Might burn a couples, I'm losing by double digits

I gotta do something

Fightin' depression I'm trying my nigga

But everytime I think about it I'm crying 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

Forty thousand in my pocket (You see it)

Another twenty on the way (You see it, ay)

I got a fist full of dollars (You see it, uh)

Five hundred for the Js (You see it, ay)

I get money out the ass (You see it)

I thought I'd never see the day (You see it, ay)

They put a price on my head (You see it)

But they don't ever have to pay (You see it, ay)

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, hey

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 (undefined), or somethin'

You sick with that (undefined), 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

Forty thousand in my pocket (You see it)

Another twenty on the way (You see it, ay)

I got a fist full of dollars (You see it, uh)

Five hundred for the Js (You see it, ay)

I get money out the ass (You see it)

I thought I'd never see the day (You see it, ay)

They put a price on my head (You see it)

But they don't ever have to pay (You see it, ay)

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, hey