Red Cafe

Hell's Kitchen

by Red Cafe

[Intro]
Ha, what else
Huh, what else
Hell's kitchen, what else
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Look, I went to sleep a winner, woke up still winning
New York city on my chest, on my John linen
All my b*tches wear Versace, tatted like a Nazi
See me in the hood clean, but she know I need the sloppy
I'm a killer in the streets, killer on these beats
Emotional rappers, make the rap game sweet
I'm a grind connoisseur, dime connoisseur
Pushing weight for a minute, arms kind of sore
How you n*ggas look questioning a self made n*gga?
Well paid n*gga, repeatedly fade n*ggas
Sitting in the kitchen, whipping up a fixing of that dope
While 'biding by this real n*gga religion, what else

[Interlude]
Yeah, light up
Huh? What else
Hell's kitchen, what else
Yeah, what else
Huh, hell's kitchen, what else
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Look, I went to sleep the champ, woke up with the title
Still living sucker free and I put that on the Bible
Carolina dreams, hottest n*gga on the block
Since I was the teen, I was the hottest n*gga on the block
Familiar with powder, familiar with dour
Two or three stacks, sh*t, I make that ev'ry hour
Look, my whole team winning, cocaine spinning
That responsible for this boss n*gga living
Motivated by the winners, ev'ryday's a hustle
Motivated by the dealers, surrounded by killers
If you wake up sweating and ya blood dripping
Then you on the menu in that hell's kitchen, what else

[Outro]
Huh, Shakedowwwn!
Ahh, what else
Yeah, what else
Hell's kitchen, what else
Huh, what else
Ya now f*cking with the best
Go and deal with ya liz-fe
Dedicate yourself to this real n*gga rap, n*gga, huh
I'm a professional sh*t talker
I can teach a class in the art of sh*t talking, n*gga
But ev'ry word 100 though, believe that
I give a f*ck how you n*ggas feel about me
I'm rich, b*tch, Shakedown forever, ever
Take that n*gga, yeah

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