Cooked in Hell’s Kitchen lyrics

[Verse]
Look, Machine b*tch I don't back down, check my background
Spray your trap down, fill a n*gga back with MAC rounds
Strapped down with the black pound
The serial number scratched down
I could have the killers on attack now
Pull the mask down, five goons
Two at the front, three at the back now
I don't listen to these new n*ggas that rap now
I was out wildin' with a MAC
You was with yo' girl listenin' to Mack Wilds
f*ck these n*ggas and they rap styles
I murder n*ggas with this ink, sh*t'll get ugly, n*gga, Black Child
My dog blew his last trial then got sat down
20 flat in the max, he on his way back now
Gas plug in Cali', I just gotta get a pack now
Send it in the mail, we made it? I can relax now
And let the racks pile
My youngin domed a n*gga, right up close, I saw him crack a smile
I was in that Ghost, hatin' n*ggas saw me stuntin'
They was lookin' like a ghost is what they saw or somethin'
Shotty tearin' limbs off like I'm sawin' somethin'
Big gun was lookin' like I'm playin' a guitar or somethin'
This n*gga talkin' like he offin' somethin'
I'm like you talkin' to a G like you don't respect your jaw or somethin'
The Nike Kanye tan, he whippin' eight yams
The cook smoke, he whipped this sh*t for eight grams
Forty in the waistband
pus*y n*gga I ain't playin'
No, we ain't playin'
Wait, you got hit
That was somethin' you ain't plan
Now you need an escape plan
Wait, I know he snake, we don't shake hands
He got his face blammed
Then I went to Ruth's Chris and ate lamb
Chopper make a f*ck n*gga break dance
Shells got caught in the slide and made the K jam
Machine