Kitchen Table by Sha Hef Lyrics
[Intro]
We coming up, yeah
We coming up, Sha Hef
We coming up, yeah, true
[Verse]
I'm a cold nigga, get it from my mama's side
Yell out homicide, never let the drama slide
Put the pistol in his mouth and tell him harmonize
Heard he was telling, I had to learn him a lesson
I kiss my wesson goodnight and take it to bed with me
I learn to rob and steal cause nothing was fed to me
When I was broke and was hurting no tears were shed for me
And so I hold my own, gangster is in my chromosomes
I'm a rolling stone, trapping off two mobile phones
See I can post up anywhere, I'm like a mobile home
She give me potent dome, mama I know I'm wrong
But the sins I committed just helped me write this song
When I was young I used to hustle off the eight-sixty
Show my connect and pick the shorty up at 8:50
Yeah I got her on a date with me, and I was Polo head to toe
So you know she gave the cake quickly
I took her home and made her shake then I had to skate
M.O.B was on the back of the Acura plates
Come through my hood you better have your vernacular straight
My younging put that thirty-eight to the back of ya face
I'm a poet, early morning, sipping Moet
You brought your money to show it, I came to blow It
You can't deny it, never tried it but I can supply It
If I'm checking the price that means I shouldn't buy It
I booked the flight cause I wanted a change in the climate
All the gold that I'm rocking resemble a pirate
I'm in control like a tyrant, promoting violence
Fuck it I'm wild and winning so now I'm shining
[Hook x2]
When I was young I used to bag up at the kitchen table
So much work I always got a little on the floor
Nowadays I'm eating good up at the kitchen table
And I got a bitch I pay just to clean my floor
(We coming up x8)
We coming up, yeah
We coming up, Sha Hef
We coming up, yeah, true
[Verse]
I'm a cold nigga, get it from my mama's side
Yell out homicide, never let the drama slide
Put the pistol in his mouth and tell him harmonize
Heard he was telling, I had to learn him a lesson
I kiss my wesson goodnight and take it to bed with me
I learn to rob and steal cause nothing was fed to me
When I was broke and was hurting no tears were shed for me
And so I hold my own, gangster is in my chromosomes
I'm a rolling stone, trapping off two mobile phones
See I can post up anywhere, I'm like a mobile home
She give me potent dome, mama I know I'm wrong
But the sins I committed just helped me write this song
When I was young I used to hustle off the eight-sixty
Show my connect and pick the shorty up at 8:50
Yeah I got her on a date with me, and I was Polo head to toe
So you know she gave the cake quickly
I took her home and made her shake then I had to skate
M.O.B was on the back of the Acura plates
Come through my hood you better have your vernacular straight
My younging put that thirty-eight to the back of ya face
I'm a poet, early morning, sipping Moet
You brought your money to show it, I came to blow It
You can't deny it, never tried it but I can supply It
If I'm checking the price that means I shouldn't buy It
I booked the flight cause I wanted a change in the climate
All the gold that I'm rocking resemble a pirate
I'm in control like a tyrant, promoting violence
Fuck it I'm wild and winning so now I'm shining
[Hook x2]
When I was young I used to bag up at the kitchen table
So much work I always got a little on the floor
Nowadays I'm eating good up at the kitchen table
And I got a bitch I pay just to clean my floor
(We coming up x8)