[Intro] If you can’t handle the (heat) bitch, get outta the (kitchen) (Yeah, get outta the) kitchen! [Verse 1] If you can’t handle the heat, bitch, get outta the kitchen (Yeah, get outta the kitchen) The haters stay wishin’, they all are some bitches (They all are some bi-bitches) Yeah, all are some bitches Shout out to the bandit, he standin’ on business He run up the plays, he all about fitness (Uh-uh, he all about fitness) I see it, we see you see it, y’all witness We finna take over, it’s all in the vision I’m rappin’ for riches to get out of the ditches Yeah, brick after brick, I’m buildin’ Olympus I’m wieldin’ some wisdom, I shield it with rhythm It kills every victim, we drill in your system My skills are surreal, we feel like it’s friction (Yeah, feel like it’s friction) (Fe-feel like it’s friction) (Yeahhhhhhhh) [Pre-Chorus] They talk, they talk, but they never gon’ touch us Dreams in the dirt while we risin’ above dust Pressure make diamonds, I’m pressin’ my luck One spark, one flame — now the whole kitchen combust [Chorus] Get outta the kitchen if you can’t take the flame (get out!) We turnin’ up heat, put respect on the name (on the name!) Bandit on business, we runnin’ the game (run it up!) Brick by brick, yeah we buildin’ our reign All of these haters just some bitches in pain (some bitches!) We feel like it’s friction when we spittin’ this flame Get outta the kitchen, bitch, stay in your lane We takin’ it over, it’s ours, no debate! (Yeahhhhhhhh) (Fe-feel like it’s friction) (Get outta the kitchen!) [Bridge] I came from the bottom, no silver spoon shit Ditches to Olympus, I’m flippin’ the script Every L turned to lessons, every scar turned to grit Now the crown feel heavy but it fit, yeah it fit Haters still talkin’, but the volume on mute We eatin’ off plates that they wish they could chew Vision so clear, I can see through the smoke Kitchen on fire — and we never gon’ choke (Yeahhhhhhhh — let that sink in) (Fe-feel like it’s friction…) [Chorus (outro / final] Get outta the kitchen if you can’t take the flame (get out!) We turnin’ up heat, put respect on the name (on the name!) Bandit on business, we runnin’ the game (run it up!) Brick by brick, yeah we buildin’ our reign All of these haters just some bitches in pain (some bitches!) We feel like it’s friction when we spittin’ this flame Get outta the kitchen, bitch, stay in your lane We takin’ it over — it’s done, checkmate! (Yeahhhhhhhh) (Fe-feel like it’s friction) (Get outta the kitchen!)
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