The Kitchen (feat. TraQstarr & Ree)

Yeah yeah
RX
Lovuke
Yeah

Ready to die, I was roaming the streets, hoping niggas'll spin on me
I was ducking the 5-0
'Cause I got the 4, fuck a Peugeot, it's lean on me
I'm blowing trees and my eyes getting low, but I still got the beans on me
I am the champion, that's the only reason you gon see rings on me, yeah
Ready to die, I was roaming the streets, wishing niggas'll spin on me
I was ducking the 5-0
'Cause I got the 4, fuck a Peugeot, it's lean on me, yeah
I'm blowing trees and my eyes getting low, but I still got the beans on me, yeah
I am the champion, that's the only reason you gon see rings on me, bachelors

You can't finesse a Finessa
I taught you the game, if you really remember
My skin got tougher than leather
You fuck with the opp, do I fuck with you? Never
See them, off them like NEPA
My blood is hot and my temper
I got a hitter, who stays with the heater, man that nigga cold as December
I'm sorry, you can't be a member
'Cause you ma, try reason am, how you wan enter?
Omo I'm coming for vengeance
I'll snatch all your souls and I won't feel a bit of repentance
Your mama fit get amnesia. Why?
She no go do your remembrance
Real niggas see you and see no resemblance

But I was ready to die, I was roaming the streets, hoping niggas'll spin on me
I was ducking the 5-0
'Cause I got the 4, fuck a Peugeot, it's lean on me, yeah
I'm blowing trees and my eyes getting low, but I still got the beans on me, yeah
I am the champion, that's the only reason you gon see rings on me, yeah
Ready to die, I was roaming the streets, hoping niggas'll spin on me
I was ducking the 5-0
'Cause I got the 4, fuck a Peugeot, it's lean on me, yeah
I'm blowing trees and my eyes getting low, but I still got the beans on me, yeah
I am the champion, that's the only reason you gon see rings on me

Endgame, checkmate
That's your king what a damn shame
Cruising, segway
And I'm running the street like it's leg day
Senior boy, Dolapo... Translation, its plenty
Wet him up, let him bleed
Bitch nigga, menstruate
I don't give a shit, it's my best trait
Gyal came through, hit the bed straight
She freaky, she horny
You make her sick, 'cause you boring
Slipped her molly
Partied a little like 5 niggas 10 babes
No sleep till the next day
No sleep on the next day

No sleep on the next day
Niggas not smoking loud with that sk
Because we big up on the blogs like SK
Nigga talk shit, fo won lenu 2kay
The right feature for this song no need to explain
Move it, bag it, ship it, air freight on the aeroplane
Touch down everywhere, I feel like Gordon Ramsay
Breaking legs, feel like Aaron Ramsey
No-ah, that your girl, I don't know her
Even though she circulate like Jehovah Witness fliers
Ghost her, fuck her, then I ghost her
This is just a life in the day of a dopestar
Uhn