[Intro]
Ha, what else
Huh, what else
Hell's kitchen, what else
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Look, I went to sleep a winner, woke up still winnin'
New York city on my chest, on my John linen
All my bitches wear Versace, tatted like a Nazi
See me in the hood clean, but she know I need the sloppy
I'm a killer in the streets, killer on these beats
Emotional rappers, make the rap game sweet
I'm a grind connoisseur, dime connoisseur
Pushin' weight for a minute, arms kind of sore
How you n***as look questionin' a self made n***a?
Well paid n***a, repeatedly fade n***as
Sittin' in the kitchen, whippin' up a fixin' of that dope
While 'bidin' by this real n***a religion, what else

[Interlude]
Yeah, light up
Huh? What else
Hell's kitchen, what else
Yeah, what else
Huh, hell's kitchen, what else
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Look, I went to sleep the champ, woke up with the title
Still livin' sucker free and I put that on the Bible
Carolina dreams, hottest n***a on the block
Since I was the teen, I was the hottest n***a on the block
Familiar with powder, familiar with dour
Two or three stacks, shit, I make that ev'ry hour
Look, my whole team winnin', cocaine spinnin'
That responsible for this boss n***a livin'
Motivated by the winners, ev'ryday's a hustle
Motivated by the dealers, surrounded by killers
If you wake up sweatin' and ya blood drippin'
Then you on the menu in that hell's kitchen, what else

[Outro]
Huh, Shakedowwwn!
Ahh, what else
Yeah, what else
Hell's kitchen, what else
Huh, what else
Ya now fuckin' with the best
Go and deal with ya liz-fe
Dedicate yourself to this real n***a rap, n***a, huh
I'm a professional shit talker
I can teach a class in the art of shit talkin', n***a
But ev'ry word 100 though, believe that
I give a fuck how you n***as feel about me
I'm rich, bitch, Shakedown forever, ever
Take that n***a, yeah