flip A bird

In the kitchen (putting work)
On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird
On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird
On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird
On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird
On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird
On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird
On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird
On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird
In the kitchen
Said I'm here for money making,
I've lost about all my patience
Beat almost all my cases, thought
I'd covered up all my bases
******* try to play you to some how, some way you figure it out
You ***** with
Jay-Z's ******* from back in the day
You might end up with reasonable doubt
You ***** with grimey *******
Standing over you taking pictures
While you sleeping cause you passed out drunk after having a threesome
That will give you a reason, to trust no *******
Quit rapping and just go get it cracking (in the kitchen)
Bout' to push that white instead of that music
Seems like simpler profit, cos *****'s gossiping like they world-stars
Empty your bicep, until
I find you and empty your pockets
If 5'9 ' stop rhyming, I'm driving on I-95 or I am (in the kitchen)I will cop a key and put it on the scaleIn the kitchen (putting work)On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdIn the kitchenCan't tell y'all, if I did drugs or if they did meNah, we were just doing each otherWe were side by side like everydayDidn't care if we ruined each otherBack then it was so real, fully automatic it was overkillI was on *****, I was on dust, might have tried coke when I was on pillsMy pockets had rabbit ears, my mind gone, wasn't on billsWhole family disappointed in me, can't imagine how that made my mom feelHer one's missing, guns hidden, sorry Momma, your son's trippingGot baggies scattered (in the kitchen)Plus, you and Dad was' on the same road, y'all just left, made it rightIf I didn't learn I 'd do the same, pour some liquor, say goodnightNow I'm on this music *******t, trying to get this paper rightIf not I'll be back (in the kitchen)Let me get it nowOn Twitter , they murder my mentionsCause they heard I was served by a circle of henchmenLaying in a dirty ditch that bull*******t is further than fictionTheir personal mission's worse than snitchingTo any person that listen, now I wanna' kill a haterA middle finger by the 'fridgerator, flip a bird in the kitchenCuz DJ Vlad, he was glad, bullets went into meJust to get traffic for his site, should've did him like MMGBut instead I called up Sway and we cleared that up on MTVAnd now I'm back (in the kitchen) but should I beCause I heard that Slaughterhouse, is about to cop that Shady dealBut I'm out here chasing that paper stillPush Kush, Coke and crazy pillsMe being shot online, didn't stop my grind***** I don't mind, and if I dont rhyme (I'm in the kitchen)I will cop a ki' and put it on the scaleIn the kitchen (putting work)On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird , flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdIn the kitchenJust when a ***** thought it couldn't get worseThe hurts reverse; scoop my cuz up after grandma left earthThat recent *******t, I was a young and bummy piece of *******t, cursedNo decent kicks cause mom kept enough of that snow to ski in her purseNo father, Jux passed me my first gun, revolverWith the serial carved up, Real showed me my first jump, I'm a barberShaving the crack, after weighing the crackAn then placing the crack in 12 12'sI ain't play with the crack, I was making up stacksAll day I just sat (in the kitchen), bringing it backNow I'm tryna do my thing with this rapHope this works, trying to flip words so my homiesAin't gotta flip birds On the curbThen black on a yellow belly coward homie feel like Pitt** ***urghLord I thank you, for making me able to find my way throughIf not I be back on my momma's table (in the kitchen)In the kitchen (putting work)On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdOn the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a birdIn the kitchen