Kitchen Scale Dreams

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
From the bottom, boy
Listen
[Verse 1]
Old stove, same pot, same burn on my wrist
Whole day baggin', rubber bands on the list
Phone jump crazy, got my name in they mouth
I was broke last year, now they hands held out
Dirty white tee, but the bankroll clean
Ash in the sink, split a yola with the team
Eyes on the peephole, curtain half shut
Whole block know when the black truck pull up
[Chorus]
Kitchen scale dreams, we was livin' off crumbs (crumbs)
Turned that little shake to a kingdom of ones (yeah)
Came from the mud, made it out of that slump (out)
If it ain't about the profit, then it ain't my song (nah)
Kitchen scale dreams, had to get it and go (go)
Seen too many fade for a chain and a post (gone)
I was ten toes down by the side of that stove
Kitchen scale dreams, that's the life that I chose
[Verse 2]
Blue flag tuck, but the money flash loud
Heard they put a tag on me, blended with the crowd
Momma in the back room prayin' for a change
I'm in the front room countin', tryna rearrange
Took a couple losses, had to charge it to the game
Lost a couple partners, now it's pictures in the frame
Now it's tint on the glass when I slide down the lane
But I still hear the sirens when I'm changin' the lane
[Chorus]

rap, Memphis trap stomp, sub-heavy and gritty. Dark bell lead with plucky piano hits, skittering hi-hats, and a ruthless, swung snare. Male vocals deadpan in the verses, then the hook jumps with stacked chants and ad-libs. Occasional deep choir pads in the background for menace; bass knocks upfront, vocal dry and in-your-face.