Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks - KITCHEN LIGHTS lyrics

Ayo, Ayo
Ayo, Ayo

Ayo, you ever have to watch your moms get beat?
Roaches crawling, crackpipe on the bathroom seat
You need to bank out the speakers
Gold frame on the black Jesus
Eating grilled government cheeses
Bottega weaved suit
23 thousand, war tore visit
Had my name ringing through the mountains
Dope in tupperware
Chrome heart tips at the showers
Mustard Virgil Forces on the wreck yard
CO threw up in the tower, Dan Cook
That's when shit got sour
Told em, if you sniff powder don't sell powdеr
Louis V patchwork
'Bout 50 for the shirt
'Bout 50 for the pants
Made thе Pyrex dance, Lord
Gas stove romance, LA VOÛTE wored-off
Gave a hundred to the doorman, Comme de Garcon vans
The Dolce robe match the stove
The Dolce stove match the refrigerator
It's Super FLYGOD, let me reiterate it
Air holes on the TEC, don't get humiliated
With like three chains, five tennis bracelets
We old school, got em’ baggin’ with they titties hangin’

Kitchen Lights, Kitchen Lights
Kitchen Li-i-i-ights
The bricks shine different under them kitchen lights
That money look bluer under them kitchen lights
Never seen a Richard Mille under kitchen lights
We don’t lease, we buy the whole thing
I ain't selling nothing but the whole thing (I ain't selling nothing but the whole thing)
Kitchen lights
Kitchen Li-i-i-ights

You ever had to watch the work disappear?
Water turn from foggy to clear, you just stand there and stare
TEC and the Fear of God sweats, she gon’ air shit
Tell em niggas they can't marry this
Everything I whip is, like my wrist is, way ahead of its time
Food for thought and the dishes like Pete Maravich's
God of the kitchen, they shouldn’t listen
They couldn't see my vision
I had Chanel dreams and yeyo wishes
I had to dodge the ringer with seven bricks in the carseat like an infant
I’ma cook indefinite, I’m heaven sent
Shit get dirtier than Bill Laimbeer with the Pistons
I dropped a tear for my dog, they gave him twenty
When he touch back down, his baby gon’ be twenty
Hold your head, we gon’ build a bassinet in it out of hunnid's
He said his bunky is a nigga from my town that owe me money
For an ounce I threw him back when they was doin’ the dougie
They can't stop me, can't take this from me
The ones prayin’ that I fall the ones that say they love me
We had a hunnid bricks on the couch, it felt so good I wanted to die there
So many kilos piled up, I could’ve climbed here
I mean to this level we had filled the ALORE
You talkin’ to a nigga that counted a half a million cash with cocaine under his fingernails before
The plug told me it move faster when you take your time
I ain't understand him then, but it all made sense in due time
Nine hour Paris flight reminiscing on life

Kitchen Lights, Kitchen Lights (Hang my jersey in the kitchen lights)
Them bricks shine different under them kitchen lights
That money look bluer under them kitchen lights
Never seen a Richard Mille under kitchen lights
We don’t lease, we buy the whole thing
I ain't selling nothing but the whole thing
Kitchen lights
Kitchen lights