Hells Kitchen Lyrics - Suffering From Success - Dj Khaled

Cole World... DJ Khaled! 

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 these square rappers 

My guest room's got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress 

No time for furniture shopping, too busy burning you 

Watching you, learning you 

Word to Pac, I'm plotting to murder you 

Sure the thought can occur to you 

My next album flop, then I'm going pop, like Nelly 

With tops dropped on convertible Porsches 

Born Sinner, not burning no crosses 

Might burn a couples, I'm losing by double digits 

I gotta do something 

Fightin' depression I'm trying my nigga 

But everytime I think about it I'm crying 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 black nigga count stacks, count stacks 

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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 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 don't 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 

But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen 

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing 

Now get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen 

Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen 

Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen 

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing 

I get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey 

Photos 

Yeah 

Omission's usually, an admission to guilt 

Hari Kari yourself, all the way to the hilt 

You get nothin', no love 

Zip, zero, zilch 

We don't mention you lames, man I be pleadin' the fifth 

There's a Judas in every crew, concealed in a kiss 

Kiss of death, let's put the rest all to tedious bits 

Fucks sake you niggas emanate a feminines traits 

Bitch nigga when could never relate 

Nah, cause man you niggas is birds 

You learn that at bird school, or somethin' 

You eaten that (undefined), or somethin' 

You sick with that (undefined), 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 

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 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 don't 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 

But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen 

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing 

Now get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen 

Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen 

Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen 

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing 

I get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey