Artist: DJ Khaled f/ Bas, J. Cole Album: Suffering From Success Song: Hell's Kitchen Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: DJ Khaled] Cole World... DJ KHALED! [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 these square rappers My guest room's got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress No time for furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you Watchin' you, learnin' you, word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you Sure the thought can occur to you; my next album flop then I'm goin pop, like Nelly with tops dropped on convertible Porsches +Born Sinner+, not burnin' no crosses Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double digits I gotta do somethin', fightin' depression I'm tryin' 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 playin' for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce back They love to hear black nigga count stacks, count stacks [Chorus: J. Cole] Forty thousand in my pocket - you see it Another twenty on the way - you see it, ay I got a fish for a dollar - you see it, uh Five hundred for the J's - 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 praaayed... Cause heaven seems a million miles a-waaay... I dreamed of all the things that I would saaay... on that day But for now I'm cookin' up in hell's kitchen, hell's kitchen Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishin' Now get out of hell's kitchen, hell's kitchen Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen Cookin' up in hell's kitchen, hell's kitchen Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishin' I'll get out of hell's kitchen, hell's kitchen, one day... hey [Bas] 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 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 askin' me for pics, there's something bout this game It's somethin' for the bitches... It's somethin' for the bitches... [Chorus]