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Husaholic & Vicious - GO (Prod. by Dolby D)

JayCa$h x Big Pete - Get it in

Finesse 2Tymes  X Produced By Lil Krazy

Finesse 2Tymes X Lil Krazy (Im Da  Prince Of Memphis)

Finesse 2Tymes(Im Da  Prince Of Memphis) 2022 @finesse2tymes

[INTRO]
Yeah… late nights, stove lights, pots still bubblin’,
Ain’t no peace where the money doublein’.
For real.
Everything I touch either break or flip,
That’s just life when you built on grit.

[VERSE 1]
Cookin’ in da’ kitchen, smoke in the air,
Glock on the counter, I don’t even care.
Flour on my hands, but it ain’t no cake,
Tryna make a livin’ off the pain I make.
Bagman callin’, he need that stack,
Pill lady waitin’, gotta run it back.
Every move a risk, every breath I take,
This game don’t forgive no simple mistake.

Whippin’ that mix like a chemist in hell,
Dollar signs dancin’ in the stories I tell.
Ain’t no 9-to-5, this my day and night,
This the life where wrong feels right.

[CHORUS]
Cookin’ in da’ kitchen, my world’s so shady,
Droppin’ to the bagman, servin’ my pill lady.
Money on the table, blood in my eyes,
Gotta make it home before the sunrise.
Cookin’ in da’ kitchen, that heat don’t lie,
Every burn mark tells you why I try.
I’m livin’ fast, no brakes, no safety,
Cookin’ in da’ kitchen—this street life made me.

[VERSE 2]
Momma said I’d end up dead or gone,
But she never saw the hunger I been runnin’ on.
No one fed me, no one cared,
Now I’m the reason half the block prepared.
Phone blowin’ up, they all want that taste,
Bagman stressin’, “Yo, don’t let it waste.”
Pill lady talkin’, eyes cold like stone,
“Don’t trust nobody, keep that chrome.”

Every dollar earned, that’s blood in the dirt,
Every soul I serve, that’s somebody hurt.
But pain my currency, guilt my chain,
Success in this world always tied to pain.

[CHORUS]
Cookin’ in da’ kitchen, my world’s so shady,
Droppin’ to the bagman, servin’ my pill lady.
Money on the table, blood in my eyes,
Gotta make it home before the sunrise.
Cookin’ in da’ kitchen, that heat don’t lie,
Every burn mark tells you why I try.
I’m livin’ fast, no brakes, no safety,
Cookin’ in da’ kitchen, this street life made me.

[BRIDGE]
Every time I stir that pot,
I remember what I lost, what I’m not.
I ain’t no hero, just a man with scars,
Tryna build heaven from a world full of bars.
Heart cold, mind heavy with sin,
But the game’s my church, I confess within.
They don’t know the tears behind that grind,
They just see the shine that money defines.

[VERSE 3]
Pill lady laughin’, “Boy, you never sleep,”
Bagman countin’, “You movin’ deep.”
Cops on the block, gotta stay slick,
Can’t let ‘em catch me with another brick.
Every flip another chance at life,
Every sell another dance with the knife.
But I do it ‘cause the pain’s too real,
And this the only way I know how to heal.

[OUTRO]
Cookin’ in da’ kitchen, no peace tonight,
Ashes and money in the same dim light.
Momma’s prayers can’t reach this zone,
I chose this life, I’m on my own.
Bagman callin’, “Yo, where you been?”
Pill lady smilin’, “Let’s do it again.”
Cookin’ in da’ kitchen, my only peace,
In the fire, that’s where I find release.

Cookin’ in Da’ Kitchen

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