Hells Kitchen song by DJ Khaled from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Conscious Hip-Hop music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Hells Kitchen Meaning
| [[Intro: DJ Khaled] Cole World (Cole world, Cole world) DJ Khaled [Verse 1: J. Cole] Yeah, back from the dead like Michael Jackson in red jackets With naps in my head, who’s white or black? It’s a rare package Get smacked if you said that I’m neck and neck with them square rappers My guest room’s got plantinum plaques and a air mattress No time for furniture shopping, too busy burnin’ you Watching you, learning you, word to Pac, I’m plottin’ to murder you Sure the thought didn’t occur to you, my next album flop Then I’m goin pop like Nelly with tops dropped on convertible Porsches, born sinner, not burning no crosses Might burn a couple bridges, I’m losing by double digits I gotta do somethin’, fightin’ depression, I’m trying my nigga But everytime I think about it, I’m cryin’ my nigga Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets I reak of the scent of a vendetta that’s deep I’m playing for keeps, but you ain’t think I’d bounce back They love to hear a black nigga count stacks, count stacks [Pre-Chorus: 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 got money out the ass, you see it I thought I’d never see the day, you see it (Ay) They put a price on my head, you see it But they won’t ever have to pay, you see it (Ay yeah) 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 , [Chorus: J. Cole] But for now I’m cooking up in Hell’s Kitchen, Hell’s Kitchen Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing I’ll get out of Hell’s Kitchen, Hell’s Kitchen Tell my story, I’m just hopin’ they’ll listen Cooking up in Hell’s Kitchen, Hell’s Kitchen Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing I’ll get out of Hell’s Kitchen, Hell’s Kitchen One day, hey [Verse 2: Bas] Yeah, omission’s usually, an admission of guilt Hari-kari yourself, all the way to the hilt You get nothin’, no love, zip, zero and zilch We don’t mention you lames, man I be pleadin’ the fifth There’s a Judas in every crew, concealing a kiss Kiss of death, let’s put the rest all to tedious bits Fuck’s sake, you niggas emanate effeminate traits Bitch nigga, we could never relate Nah, cause man, you niggas 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’? That’s my word, cause every where I turn When folks I known for years that couldn’t pronounce my name And asking me for pics, there’s something ’bout this game It’s somethin’ for the bitches It’s somethin’ for the bitches , [Pre-Chorus: 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 got money out the ass, you see it I thought I’d never see the day, you see it (Ay) They put a price on my head, you see it But they won’t ever have to pay, you see it (Ay yeah) 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 [Chorus: J. Cole] But for now I’m cooking up in Hell’s Kitchen, Hell’s Kitchen Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing I’ll get out of Hell’s Kitchen, Hell’s Kitchen Tell my story, I’m just hopin’ they’ll listen Cooking up in Hell’s Kitchen, Hell’s Kitchen Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing I’ll get out of Hell’s Kitchen, Hell’s Kitchen One day, hey] |
