Kitchen Table - Sha Hef

We coming up, yeah

We coming up, Sha Hef

We coming up, yeah, true

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

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)