Red Cafe - Hell's Kitchen lyrics

Ha, what else huh, what else
Hell's kitchen, what else yeah

Look, I went to sleep a winner
Woke up still winnin'
New York city on my chest, on my John linen
All my bitches 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
Pushin' weight for a minute
Arms kind of sore
How you niggas look questionin'
A self made nigga?
Well paid nigga, repeatedly fade niggas
Sittin' in the kitchen
Whippin' up a fixin' of that dope
While 'bidin' by this real nigga religion
What else

Yeah, light up huh? What else
Hell's kitchen, what else yeah, what else
Huh, hell's kitchen, what else yeah

Look, I went to sleep the champ
Woke up with the title
Still livin' sucker free and I
Put that on the Bible
Carolina dreams, hottest nigga on the block
Since I was the teen
I was the hottest nigga on the block
Familiar with powder, familiar with dour
Two or three stacks, shit
I make that ev'ry hour
Look, my whole team winnin', cocaine spinnin'
That responsible for this boss nigga livin'
Motivated by the winners, ev'ryday's a hustle
Motivated by the dealers
Surrounded by killers
If you wake up sweatin' and ya blood drippin'
Then you on the menu in that hell's kitchen
What else

Huh, Shakedowwwn! Ahh, what else
Yeah, what else hell's kitchen, what else
Huh, what else ya now fuckin' with the best
Go and deal with ya liz-fe
Dedicate yourself to this real
Nigga rap, nigga, huh
I'm a professional shit talker
I can teach a class in
The art of shit talkin', nigga
But ev'ry word 100 though, believe that
I give a fuck how you niggas feel about me
I'm rich, bitch, Shakedown forever, ever
Take that nigga, yeah