The Kitchen (2016)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones] Jones! Falling, pressure to the paranoia Making rounds to DC, they thought I was in Hoia Making quick trips for that quick flip Remember Creep caught a leak for like 6 bricks Using drug money, bought some pretty sick whips And of course my pasinger a pretty sick bitch Any car that you could possibly imagine Almost any braud that you could possibly fathom The rings and things you sing about, I done had m A nigga be so high, I put the rings around Satern Since ice burg shirts with Mickey Mouse on the patern I remember Skootchy brought in the waggen I been poppin Crystalls, and Puffy did the Benjamens Even beefin with Rock and I got some cinnamon Me and Cam wore Lenix in the big body 6 Getting drunk, so I miss it till 6 The feds got photos, yep, that's a bloody flick Preachers all around me, my phone’s got bugs and shit Might look like a 40, but that's a 45th Used to move bricks with Brozzy, on the corner of 45th [Chorus: Bridget Kelly] This life takes it's toll, let all these people know But I ain’t never goin change, no These streets a part of me, these streets a part of me Never goin change [Verse 2: Jim Jones] I could flood the streets, so much Coke in the city Fuck the streets up, like the pope in the city But the way this shit is movin, man, this shit's confusing At 40 bucks a gram, man, everybody lose it Is you a drug user, or a drug pusher You got your pumpers, then you got your cookers Then you got your lookers, then you got your tennents Pumpin crack out of buildings that ain't got no atendents In 98, when the Yankies ain't got no 1 dependent The price was good, and the Coke was more authentic But not old enough for me and my war stories While I sold Crack, I sent my shorty to the store for me I used to pray, and ask the lord what's in store for me In the same breth, and the dealer was on the floor for me I'm at the Moz T, with the E, man I pray a lot, cause my soul filled with them diamonds Cause I've been haunted by this previous life I feel like at any time, they could read my rights No Crack, no feet on my dice You know, that desk go bad, if you don't keep it on ice You can catch me on the weekend flight For the past 20 years, I ain’t been sleeping at night I been getting money, getting bitches, nigga If you want it, we can do it, what’s the issue, nigga [Chorus: Bridget Kelly] This life takes it's toll, let all these people know But I ain’t never goin change, no These streets a part of me, these streets a part of me Never goin change