[Intro]

Ha, what else

Huh, what else

Hell's kitchen, what else

Yeah

[Verse 1]

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

[Interlude]

Yeah, light up

Huh? What else

Hell's kitchen, what else

Yeah, what else

Huh, hell's kitchen, what else

Yeah

[Verse 2]

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

[Outro]

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