Verse:1 welcome to Hell’s Kitchen Gordon Ramsay on mission ready to fight with passion a master chief on skimming now I’m cooking lot of work done but the works not finished it cannot wait tin of kilos holding it with large kitchens it’s a late day after day carry plate after plate with dishes deep in ocean literally killing large fishes what’s wrap become raps rounded with guns like gym sessions I got hard hitters with funds dying hard with a bowl of fajita with my lunch cannot hold this weight it isn’t a light brunch chin up without gym bars lay out the whole bar can I come back fast like to drown my lungs Verse:2 without taking breaths I can do it 1 take let the artist real ones stay but not the fake onion in my eye now I need ingredients sage my head feel a king marching for days put your hands up join me about the world surround me with heat I’ll handle the world put my test you’ll see what I can unfold legend in the game I can’t have it turn mold Warrior in game mode like assassin’s creed Much of my life has been blazing heat So when I get to meet you I can’t greet But can still talk like an interview and speak Get up and motivate Hell isn’t close away Tryna stay an elevate Up comer came with muscle strains