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I'm stuck
I'd like to say I love you but for me that's too much
My future in the front but I'm focused on the past
Back when two grams, a zig zag all I

like I'm bacon
Chop up the piggy's, the money just rake in
Not coppin' one piglet at least two I'm takin
Not thinkin' about the time I could be facin'

you get onto defense
Cause even if I overdosed, I'd still be at your necks
I swear to fucking God, I'll kill you if you touch my ex

         Verse 2

the kitchen
Sinatra lifts your vision
Chill in True Love, It's just tradition
Alright
Enough is enough is enough is enough
With the shit talk
Draw win or loss

bout Hillary boy you a dub (Bitch)
I'm poppin my shit and they don't like to mention (Uh)
I'm up in the kitchen I'm whippin I'm whippin (Uh)
I copped me

is my home populated by savages man
Did you know that this place we call home
Was a social experiment
Set up by the government
To keep us in poverty

like Wes Craven
I walk through the hood see OG's and they praising
Career heating up in the kitchen I'm baking
Hanging with thugs like I'm rocking with

666" The
Book was the Satanic Bible by Anton
Lavey after Scott Waterhouse's trial
Both the prosecution
And the victim's father claimed
That although

a water faucet
Yuh
All up in his bitch till she leak water on it
Yuh, yuh
Call me the beat killer cos I slaughter on it

Come into the kitchen with the shit

up lil baby 
Yeah yeah it got me going 

2 twin bitches in the kitchen yeah pick-a-niease
If a nigga open then ya know me nigga pick a knee
Have

finish
I lose in 2K games by double digits
My girl yell at me she say "Do the dishes"
You not my momma nor my daddy don't be tellin' me shit
Then I go

intravenous
devices, theiving spoons from ya kitchens, Fakers you far from
money makers, talkin hype bout runnin drugs but profits was
miniscule, I traffic

More they act like they been down with ya struggle
But wasn't down enough, to even share a ounce of ya trouble
When it's money by the pound, don't you

though I’m feeling really low
Cause I just lost my job as I write this in the studio
So soon I’ll be in the kitchen fighting over food with Roofioh

you came from the hood
And backwoods fuck them never need them swisher me
Know I'll take two match them by myself dude
Uh yeah
I need to drop need

alone
With no one to hold
It’s been tough to float
Hangin on by the bass note
I pray though
That even with no angle
I can still shine light to my halo

really feel the wave
You can tell by my chain
When your girl see me she like on my uh
Say Oh my gosh
Cause she Christian but she still listen
Got her daddy

the crew,
I am not a fool, and my pocket is a two, play with me, we let it shoot,
I ain't talking hoops, yeah, his money green and my money blue, uh, his

sitting in that hall by the kitchen
Rocket up that second flight, I'm a man on a mission
Her door open, seen my sister in the fetal position
Now nothing was

on a chevy classic where I sit them at
2 Boss bytches on tweety birds chasing pooty tats
Laws get behind us they gone stash it in they pooty tat
Test me in

to the mix
The kid was amazing and so much more
Practicing wrestling moves on
A toddler on the kitchen floor
We use to punch him in his chest
Like you bet not

Anymore
Anymore

You really stopped caring huh? 
I can tell by the way move
That freaky life don't scary now?
I can tell it ain't much u won't do

You

let's get it
Fed me food for thought, eatin' out in the kitchen
Intelligence better than what I can ever hope
Make me wanna drop the "Scholar" and just go

your answer back
Cash your check every two weeks after payday
Every one of us is striving to be perfect
Stop being imperfect, praise practice

Practice