The Steiners (feat. Elzhi)

El don't hold punches, this that flying fists of fury

You wish I had no leg to stand on with no pediatrist to cure me

My life was like eggs Benedict, crème brûlée, it's slammed today

Tomorrow's lobster macaroni, clam soufflé and

Those truly wack, who swear they got the crown

Get they rubies jacked

My dogs'll smack you up like Scooby snacks

He face major or minimum slaughter

I wouldn't hold my breath swimming in water

Wanna stay winning more than women wants a feminine daughter

Or men who wants a masculine son

To teach how to shoot baskets and guns for fun

You in the presence of a Jedi, gypsy read my palm and said

I'd make it past the age that most thought I'd be dead by

That's one year shy of the GOAT, born out in Bedstuy

And kids after these artists overdosing off a med high

Ruin your dance, spoil your whole night

What's in my loose leaf is hitting hard like it was rolled tight

Something you shouldn't take light

Different from what the fake write, similar to a snake bite

You rather me slow up or see my brake lights

Then make flight from Detroit to Buffalo, puffing dro

You in bad shape like my toughest fro

I'm well rounded like David Ruffin's fro

Cuffing your main squeeze before my plane leaves

I'm so cold, she slurp me up and catch a brain freeze

Then I stroke and smack it in a smokin' jacket

Oakland mackin' on some coke and yak shit

Boom boom boom boom boom

Hey yo, .45 shells poppin' out, straight drilling shit

Lagerfield rocking head to toe in a nemesis

PJ spilling, still a fish in the Fisker

Dragged through Soho, right in front of Kith

Reminiscing in my cell, I used to have the block clicking

Duffle bag filled with hollow points was the mission

Ran up on him at his mama's house, gave him the business

(Boom boom boom boom boom)

He tried to give me dirty counterfeit for a chicken

No, no, no, no, three quarter Balenciagas

These never dropping, don't even bother

Tight gloves on the chopper, Stone Island fishing

Then jump a brick, wanna call a thousand dollar lineup

Chill, I just sold bricks for real

I took a pay cut when I signed my deal

This for the culture, you wouldn't understand my sculpture

This feeling is torture, I'm ultra (I'm ultra)

Rhyming well, but I ain't tell

Before I rat, I rather fry in Hell

What you know about laundry bags filled with mail?

Twenty stamps'll make you a book

You never ran the phone, you **** was shook, shook

You never ran the phone, you **** was shook, shook