Bas - Hells Kitchen

Song Rating: 9.73/10

Song lyrics:

Cole World... DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Whos white or black, its a rare package
Get smacked if you said that Im neck and neck with these square rappers
My guest rooms got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress
No time for furniture shopping, too busy burnin you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, Im plottin to murder you
Sure the thought can occur to you
My next album flop, then Im goin pop, like Nelly
With tops dropped on convertible Porsches
Born Sinner, not burning no crosses
Might burn a couple bridges, Im losing by double digits
I gotta do somethin
Fightin depression Im trying my n***a
But everytime I think about it Im cryin my n***a
Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets
I reak of the scent of a vendetta thats deep
Im playing for keeps, but you aint think Id bounce back
They love to hear black n***a count stacks, count stacks

[Pre Hook: J Cole]
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 a** (You see it)
I thought Id never see the day (You see it, ay)
They put a price on my head (You see it)
But they wont 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

[Hook: J Cole]
But for now Im cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
n***a f** you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Tell my story Im just hopin theyll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
n***a f** you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey

[Verse 2: Bas]
Omissions usually, an admission to guilt
Hari Kari yourself, all the way to the hilt
You get nothin, no love
Zip, zero, zilch
We dont mention you lames, man I be pleadin the fifth
Theres a Judas in every crew, concealed in a kiss
Kiss of d**h, lets put the rest all to tedious bits
f**s sake you n***as emanate a feminines traits
b**h n***a when could never relate
Nah, cause man you n***as 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
Thats my word, cause every where I turn
When folks I known for years, that couldnt pronounce my name
And asking me for pics, theres something bout this game
Its somethin for the b**hes, its somethin for the b**hes


Date of text publication: 18.01.2021 at 03:14