J. Cole - Hells Kitchen lyrics

[Intro] 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 these square rappers My guest room's got plantinum plaques, and an 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 can 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 n***a But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my n***a 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 n***a count stacks, count stacks [Pre Hook: 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 get money out the a** (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) 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 [Hook: J Cole] But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen n***a f** 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 n***a f** you and your fake well wishing I get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey [Verse 2: 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 d**h, let's put the rest all to tedious bits f**s sake you n***as emanate a feminines traits b**h n***a when could never relate Nah, cause man you n***as 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 b**hes, it's somethin' for the b**hes [Hook]