Live from the Kitchen [Prod. by Lil Keis]

Them blocks twenty five, like I went in with a pair of dices

But that jolly green midget got me very icey

One day they here, next day they indicted

That's why I stay getting them checks on the side like a pair of nikes

I swear to God I don't wanna serve no moe

I can't say the same bout these yellow hoes nor the syrup and dro

I know chino like I wish this nigga hurr up and blow

I just wish I ain't have to make my momma worried no moe

I'm gettin money so these niggas hatin

I know I'll gun a nigga down so lord keep me out that situation

I walk around like fuck you bitches pay me

And damn near tear up everytime I'm told I look just like that nigga david

That's my daddy I don't hate him I just ain't happy

Nor satisfied with my past so I gotta make it happen

For my kids and my kids kids and they kids after that

So they don't have to trap and they won't have to rap

On fifty one percent of the whole map the world is mine nigga

Got up off my ass then I got up on my grind nigga

I'm about to re-define realer if a pussy nigga play with me I'm a kill him

These niggas hoes in designer clothes

Right now I got like ten pounds right behind the stove

Live from the kitchen got bout six different kinds of dro

Line outside the door if you ain't buying some dope it's time to go

Sack in now I'm landscaping

Shop with me nigga first one with that check get it I ain't playing favorites

First come first serve I ain't playing soon as I weigh it pay me

Pistol in my pants I ain't playing it keep saying spray me

I ain't playing nigga die about all this pride you a bitch and I can see it in your eyes

We riders ya'll followers confused choosing sides

Me I'm a up that chopper and let that help you decide

I tried to rationalize but they keep snatching my guys so don't be suprised

If we sliding I'm on the passenger side got them goonies on my payroll

And they shoot for so cheap I might fuck around and make them dump on yo block

For the whole week, fa real I'm talking sun up sun down gun fire nigga no sleep

I buy a house on yo street my money right you don't want beef them little niggas will

Shoot a nigga mammy what a nigga don't know for a quarter block of that snow I got brick fair to blow let's go

These niggas hoes in designer clothes

Right now I got like ten pounds right behind the stove

Live from the kitchen got bout six different kinds of dro

Line outside the door if you ain't buying some dope it's time to go