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just a simple civilian
Running chicken from the fucking kitchen
Because underneath there's something simmering
Something sickening
Flow so cold leave him

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Sliding in a Striker, no registration
No title (Shit)
Scam star
Brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile
(Phew, phew, phew) i got a lotta kids trying
To steal

some blues
Done seen way too much you couldn't live in these shoes
It's a SRT hell hound shooting finna be a pursuit
It's a Buffet in the kitchen but no

And talk bout the bitches
I talk bout the chicken
All through the night I was up in the kitchen
I had to just get it I had to just get it
Put a life in front

because I be mixing
What the hell is he talking about
I'm the alchemist
Man I be litty
Haaaa
Said bye bye
I analyze her by the signs
Look up at the moon

Still wake up
To get this grind
Meditate while I shower
Shine
That's where I get my power
Moisturize
Plus some Spritz from the rose water
Hair by Kham
So

friends for a lifetime
You would think that I would have realized by now
You never believed in me
Feeling offended
Then you're who this song is probably

Of a man with pigmentation
Judged by the system
While innocently waiting
On a chance
Of freedom
And then in the kitchen
Look at all the people that is

seat in your kitchen
Frustrated by my lack of vision
Suddenly I'm the last one left with the will or the time

But it all works out as it all should
All

with hay makers
Now she must go sign a body waiver
Taking big boot to my face
Like Im in the ring with the big show
In the kitchen with coco
You in

The way I’m trapping out the kitchen
You woulda thought I was selling 80’s crack
My lil bitch like the way I b stepping
She said hoe don’t play with that
I

is here
I got one hell of a future
Like a QB on the Sooners
Like a DB at Ohio State
Interception I'm a looter
Taking everything but kitchen sinks

Walked in w some ice i ain't tuckin' it
New shirt i forgot to unbutton it
New whip fast as hell double clutching it
New shorty from the back yea I'm loving

If you've ever worked at the hotel, ever in your life
(Don't be wearing cutoffs in my kitchen)
Then you'll know what I'm talking about in this song

Oh, my sister's here, by the way. 

Well, my sister and I went to the hotel and said in the lobby and had a light lunch. We had a lot of bags with us

em
They gone dust out my pan like I'm cleaning the kitchen
Forget the outsiders none of you is my business
Told me always be a hundred but they stop me

to the kitchen
I had to shut up and listen
I had to learn how to mix it and bag it
Made it a habbit
Surrounded by automatics and ratchets that leave you mannequin

Still getting bookings like hotels
I'm in the kitchen but no longer cooking on oatmeal 
Said I wouldn't but baby oh well
Still get hit by these hoes

a murder wrap
Like suge 
Nights are dangerous in the hood
When you fuck with the king pen
Don’t be misunderstood 
Now you’re cooking in hells kitchen 
No

How would you feel
If I was left alone by myself
With no one to hold
But myself
Nothing keeping me warm
Just hell
How would you feel

What do you

don't drop him in one he'll be finished by two,
On his own where he chill with his crew, do a drill and go back to the stu,
I'm on his set tryna make

hittin'
Can't be missin' no more meals
Cuz we be cooking in hells kitchen
Now, fire flame and brimstone
Bitch boy I been stoned
Talking with the grim reaper

And then start floating
Cuz I'm not a regular nigga
I thought I told you this
You need to listen
Spraying the ozium
Now I'm odorless
Inside my kitchen

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