back to the kitchen

my thinkin is different im thinking about missions stack up them fifties draw in those pensions I grind with these 20s my pool game hitting mention my business it's back to the kitchen I hustle up this bread enough said the beam red initiates contact and eliminates hate God is so Divine I'm forgiven in the land of crime too many times I had to go and find mine so why the hell would I be the good guy play it by ear so i kill with my eyes bring terror on impact wearing a disguise and if you got to think twice then you must be right people two-faced like joker all day and night in this my face paints trouble and its coming their way they know ATM don't play my s*** hit like a drum kit and twist up body limbs make it do the Harlem dance in this b**** money is something else it's got a mind of its own and when I'm all alone in the zone I bust with that Chrome bullets fly bullets fly play with my money and you know what's next just guess the weap and I will step and rip the set I hate having confrontation with the m*********** hating cuz this ain't no dinner date you must faking you ain't got no pack and you ain't making no bacon I take it to the store and run wit that bacon bag on bags new apparel for my team everything new of course it's from me either way you see it I'm a grind and I'm going to stack my business ima man about his riches you must have me twisted I go out on risky missions with the biscuit flipping Os on the scene pitching Major League running no huddles on the field in the zone no personal info cuz if I rearrange your dental I might have to kill you with the pistol no police over here did I mention you didn't pay attention when I said to now it's too late to listen cuz he a Dead fool