Hells Kitchen (feat. J Cole & Bas) - DJ Khaled Cold war, cold war, cold war
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, I'm neck and neck with these square rappers My guest room's got plantiunm plaques, and an air mattress No time for furniture shoppping, too bussy burning you Watching you, learning you Word to Pac I'm plotting 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 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 fick 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 fick you and your fake well wishing I get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen, one day
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, concealing the kiss Kiss of death, let's put the rest all to tedious bits Fick sake you nigga seminate a feminate trate 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
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 fick 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 fick you and your fake well wishing I get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen, one day
