Hells Kitchen (feat. J Cole & Bas)

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 platinum plaques and a air mattress

No time for furniture shoppin', too busy burnin' you

Watchin' you, learnin' you

Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you

Sure the thought didn't occur to you

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

With tops dropped on convertible Porches

Burn sinner, not burnin' no crosses

Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losin' by double digits

I gotta do something, fightin' depression, I'm tryin', my ****

But every time I think about it, I'm cryin', my ****

Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets

I reek of the scent of a vendetta that's deep

I'm playin for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce back

They love to hear a black **** count stacks, count stacks

Forty-thousand in my pocket, you see it?

Another twenty on the way, you see it?

I got a fist full of dollars, you see it?

Five hunnid for the J's, you see it?

I got 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 won'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 cookin' up in Hells Kitchen, Hells Kitchen

****, fuck you and your fake well wishin'

Now get outta Hells Kitchen, Hells Kitchen

Tell my story, I'm just hopin' they'll listen

Cookin' up in Hells Kitchen, Hells Kitchen

****, fuck you and your fake well wishin'

Now get outta Hells Kitchen, Hells Kitchen

One day, hey

Yeah, omission's usually an admission of guilt

Hari-kari yourself, all the way to the hilt

You get nothing, 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

Fuck sake, you **** emanate effeminate traits

Bitch ****, we can never relate, nah

'Cause, man, you **** is birds

You learn that at bird school, or something?

You eatin' that bird food, or something?

You sick with that bird flu, or something?

That's my word, 'cause everywhere I turn

When folks I known for years, that couldn't pronounce my name

And askin' me for pics, there's something 'bout this game

It's something for the bitches, it's something for the bitches

Forty-thousand in my pocket, you see it?

Another twenty on the way, you see it?

I got a fist full of dollars, you see it?

Five hunnid for the J's, you see it?

I got 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 won'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 cookin' up in Hells Kitchen, Hells Kitchen

****, fuck you and your fake well wishin'

Now get outta Hells Kitchen, Hells Kitchen

Tell my story, I'm just hopin' they'll listen

Cookin' up in Hells Kitchen, Hells Kitchen

****, fuck you and your fake well wishin'

Now get outta Hells Kitchen, Hells Kitchen

One day, hey