The Alchemist ft. Roc Marciano - Dean Martin Steaks Lyrics

(Woo) yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Yes, turn that shit up overall for me Al
This chemical peels
Yo (uh), uh, yo, check it

Dope gang, gold chain, camouflage suits
Black Range, Jag' pink, Carolina blue
Masked up, flash bucks, marijuana coof
Play the booth, display a Dr. Malachi book
The pie cook, your eyes get the wide look
Provide kush, galvanize troops, advertise crooks
The beef got tied up by the hoof, swing on a hook
You're horsing on a hook, you're being cooked
Proceed and push, off in that plush European truck
I'm peeing in your cup, my G is seasoned in the dub
I popped up, your feathers got plucked, your peacock jumped
And get a cheap diamond G-shock up
Then marvel at what's under the Starter cap, part of rap
Bitch stay in pocket like a quarterback
Thoughts of a stack before the snap
I got the bomb like I caught the pass and I enjoy a hot oil bath
(I fuck with it, yeah)

Round of applause
I do what I fucking do
Yo, they got s-
They get eggs with hanging steak
Two fried eggs
Two for the crew (chubby, chubby)