Lyrics:
the police on the TV in my home, where I can see my breath, in the winter time, in the kitchen, where I can see my breath...
getting stoned
Because I can't take it alone
I can't take it alone
I hope I didn't just give away the ending
We went back to her kitchen
Put
precise pisces, puff, puff, pass
Pigmentation police, prowlers prowling patrol
Politicians plain pig plotted proposals proposed
Politics prepare
hair was relaxed and blowed
I hated police and my teachers were beasts
My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice
The one university, I knew the deal
a beast, show up in a nigga kitchen
Dior on me got me feelin' blessed like a Christian
Came from shit and made millions
Ran it up fresh out of prison
I'm
And every step you take, every friend you see
I'm feeling like the thought police, I
A broken bottle left in an empty kitchen
I'm ten years old again
Where we at?
Let's get it
On hell block, playin' hot potato, in the kitchen, tryna re-rock a bagel
It come to bitches, you know I got a stable
the kitchen drawers
(For real) with revolvers and tinted cars
Leave a nigga slumped back, the gun strap
Point at your cranium like a dunce cap
Standup niggas
everything for them niggas
And they all went against it every day
Get the shivers 'cause they
Callin' and biddin'
Planted seeds, mama kitchen
Now it's come
dro in bags and
For you, it's easy more so said than done
Chased by police, we run, get
Tired, pause in streets with peace
Wired, come down hard from
Until then I'll be in the soup kitchen
Cookin' up shit like this
For poverty stricken
Under privileged, brothers and sisters
We're soldiers of the global
"Ambitionz Of A Ridah" in the background
The streets is like the octagon
If you break down, don't tap out
Niggas out here storytellin' so the police
They
of make-up
A kitchen in disarray
A tornado of plates and cups
Save some stuff for the getaway
Say good luck if nothing
Else ‘cause everything else?
You said
in the kitchen, gripping a pot handle
You sitting for clipping
An innocent bystander
Low income livers grew to be
Niggas with high standards ay, look
you bad
Like a woman police
My girl you're in charge
Oh yeah
Anytime you see me sad
Shey you get one thing
You dey do make smile
Say baby you de one
of the night
When you faded
You only text me when you faded
You only text me
Never touch a black man radio
This one is for them police that been shooting them
key to the Chesapeake Bay (whoo)
Who put ya bitch in them different positions
Got the FEDs and the Police coming in the same day
Pay attention lil
pop a pill if they want to
Making love in the kitchen & the bathroom
They do what they Want
No Rules
I like them girls that got no rules yea
Fifty
Early in the morning I was chilling at the spot
Shoes on the floor 'cause the money in a box
Work in the kitchen 'cause I'm fucking with the block
and borders
Threw out my True Religion's, looking for my true religion
God over everything, reporting from Hell's Kitchen
I'm black 'til I die, I'm young
Her birthday's tomorrow, we know that bastard ain't showing up
Look at him po'ing up, liquor in the kitchen
Daddy got problems, he treat liquor like
Cause they can't see me, bitch I'm invisible to the hate
Thugged off in my kitchen, cutting chemicals in my cakes
[Chorus]
Talking down on me from a safe
the hills
Ain't been home in a minute (Nope)
Sittin' in my kitchen
Runnin' through a half ticket (yeah)
I ain't never had a hit single
I'm consistent (Uh)
split your shit
See, I got fifty bands in this briefcase
And I just beat a police chase
So I don't give a fuck about
What he say or she say
I'm lookin'
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