Hells Kitchen (feat. J Cole & Bas)

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