The Kitchen - Jim Jones, Bridget Kelly

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

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

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

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