Sharp Steel - 38 Spesh, Che Noir, Elcamino

Yo, Yo

I’m in ah Bentley

But I want the Rolls truck

We rolling up

We the illest

Won’t even hold you up

You niggas living in disgust

You going on 40 and you ain’t made enough

You fucked up yo

I’m in ah Bentley

But I want the Rolls truck

We rolling up

We the illest

Won’t even hold you up

You niggas living in disgust

You going on 40 and you ain’t made enough

You fucked up

Look

Surviving these wicked streets

I got ah story to tell

I got 'Daddy Issues'

I Gotta go on Maury to tell

Made a farm and planted seeds

And dug up my crops

Niggas ain’t wanna give props

I got fish tanks filled with blood from the Opps

I was ah kid when my cousin got shot

Ain’t get ah hug from his pops

So instead he hugging the block

Bitches CNA’s

They just wanna get 'Hot

So she fucking the same dude that’s selling drugs to her Pops

Ugh

Only the streets relate

'Cause I’m no stranger to the struggle

Shit, the pain just made me humble

Calling plays and bitches fumble

Too complex for niggas

So they made me to ah puzzle

Keep banana clips 'cause Momma raised me in the jungle

Spitting image to Wisdom & Destiny’s Child

Skin is Ebony-Brown

It’s African rooted

My flesh is ah' crown

Stephanie’s child

They pressure me now

Cause I’m the one they mention when they ask

«Who the best from the town?»

Ayo

I send ah prayer to the Guy above

I’m supplying and buying drugs

Got hand outta the 'talian rugs

I sneak guns inside the club

Catch me hiding snub’s

Talking to my plug inside the Irish Pub

Nigga I un’show my rivals love

I slide 'em slugs

Give em deadly handshakes and homicidal hugs

Ain’t realize how high I was

Till I played your music

And the shit fucked up my entire buzz

Huh

'Dem niggas want me dead too

Put prices on my head too

My Bitch got shot in the head too

So fuck around and get cha head blew

Think I’ma miss with this lead?

Den' somebody mislead you

Huh

The nigga bled ah red pool

When ya can’t swim

Ya just lay in ya blood and trans-move

White suit and red shoes

That was his going away outfit

He looked dead-cool

Quarter-Mill'

In my dresser still

I rep' for real

Left from Jail

As soon as the Judge set the bail

I got money and invested well

Got other investors looking to invest

Cause of my projected sales

The cops searching for extra shells

I had 13 and left with 1

So I expected 12

Play with me then I’m raising Hell

Blazing shells

I handle beef with 'sticks like Texas de Brazil

Trust!

Listen

38 Strategies of Raw is on the way nigga

Believe that, February 1st

Right now

It’s 5 shots

5 shots

Trust, Trust

Huh?