Sharp Steel lyrics

[Hook - 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 n*ggas living in disgust
You going on 40 and you ain't made enough
You f*cked 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 n*ggas living in disgust
You going on 40 and you ain't made enough
You f*cked up

[Verse - Che'Noir]
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
n*ggas 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
b*tches CNA's
They just wanna get 'Hot
So she f*cking the same dude that’s selling drugs to her Pops
Ugh
Only the streets relate
’Cause I'm no stranger to the struggle
sh*t, the pain just made me humble
Calling plays and b*tches fumble
Too complex for n*ggas
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?"
[Verse - 38 Spesh]
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
n*gga 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 sh*t f*cked up my entire buzz
Huh
'Dem n*ggas want me dead too
Put prices on my head too
My b*tch got shot in the head too
So f*ck around and get cha head blew
Think I'ma miss with this lead?
Den' somebody mislead you
Huh
The n*gga 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!
[Outro - 38 Spesh]
Listen
38 Strategies of Raw is on the way n*gga
Believe that, February 1st
Right now
It's 5 shots
5 shots
Trust, Trust
Huh?