HELL'S KITCHEN

I need a mansion with some acres
I can bury all these dead niggas
I just upped a drac on a snake D4L nigga
Playing with my pape
You catch a macaroni shell nigga
This be Hell's Kitchen, I got demons
In them chairs niggas
Skinny nigga I be ten toes
Ain't no way around it
Aron Ralston be these niggas I rock anybody
What you hear about me
Give two fucks bout how you feel about me
Don't need killas around me
I need milly billy niggas around me
Shit that drakeo gotta ruler hit yo bae nigga
Sike nigga I don't shoot no women
Yanna gang nigga
Put money on nem books
My name stamped on them JPay niggas
Whole bunch of heartbreak kiddies with me
Like dat Pay nigga

They want to know my business getting all up in the mix
What you eat don't make me shit
And what you drink don't make me piss
What I see from all this shit
Is hate and envious smoking weed till my chest hurt ridiculous
I done did shit niggas never did with closed lips
You can't come around me if you ain't on shit
Only God know what I be on when I'm on the tip
I put niggas off the block they ain't been back since
Imma catch you niggas slipping cause it's my intention
I got two bad bitches but can't tell the difference
Nigga l ain't heard nothing even if I was the witness
I done sold to my granny
Imma different nigga man

Yeah, yeah, yeah nigga
Nigga this hell's kitchen and we locked in my nigga
What, you better get that shit back in blood

I'm influencing put money on his head I make a Fanduel
Future references boy you ain't fucking with no damn bulls
Drop his top within a thirty
He'll have some Red Bull
Ain't no tucking chains
We don't do that shit that Red doing
If it's really beef it's fuck yo momma like Delonte
My brother that's my baby
I can't treat him like Harambe
They tried to name the shooter
Like a bitch they claim they one thang
I really been through shit
That I can't talk about like shit stains
A clique of dumb niggas
Drop his top I be like who brains
Many men wishing death on me
Like I got loose change
All it takes is blues gas him up I burn that propane
So all he see is K's to the face this that Rocaine
See I ain't gotta heart, but gotta pocket full of romaine
Cocaine white on my bitch toes
Like the dope game
Put my nigga picture inna pendant with a rope chain
But first I gotta hang his killer with a rope chain
They caught my nigga shhh, so it's shhh
I don't know bro name
I'm on the Zillow website
I'm looking for yo domain
Got hit up with that Drac
It's only right I pour out champagne
Underscore we just upped the score
Fuck yo gram name, nigga

Yeah bhg ten eleven shit nigga rip hav nigga you come on the block
You ain't gone make it off that bitch nigga
Free the guys free the reaper fuck is you talking bout nigga
I'm standing on all ten but nigga
You know I'm calling em, swear to god
Nigga what and he locked in nigga
Fuck is you talking bout, yeah



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Writer(s): Kenneth Bernard Iii Jackson
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