Steel Ill

[Intro: Denaun]

Yeah, I said hospital bills, that's really real

Uh, uh, hospital bills, Kuniva's really ill

[Verse 1: Kuniva]

Somebody tell Miss Sevias to get the chains off the door

Your highness is stupid. Lower than Lauren, and she on the floor

I'm feeling her, Mr. Diggler, here for the nutter

Brown paper bag pimpin' and I'm looking like "what up?"

Boss hogging, shady niggas who's known for keeping the D lit

Cold as ice, finger popping bitches on the ski lift

We get to cutting up like some Puerto Ricans

You can smell the stank on us like we outta Secret

Peep it, squeeze the heat too frequent, why not?

Why blow up my spot? Cause y'all both got shot

Now check it. I'm feeling antsy, still in the pantry, until her man leaves

That's not a punchline, I'm really feeling Nancy

Me and the clique, we mobbing, performing Kama Sutra

All on your broad, while you in the booth sounding like Future

We fucking with condoms, we fucking with condoms, yeah

We fucking with condoms, we fucking with condoms, yeah

[Hook: Denaun]

Ayo, hospital bills, that's really real

We actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man

Is Mac really stale? (Yeah!)

Does nine really spill (Yeah!)

I said, hospital bills, that's really real

Actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man

Does mine really spill

I said Denaun's really ill (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Denaun]

Ayo, niggas keep popping off

Bet he get his fam hit, lightning with the hands

Credit it to the Shazam shit

Crowds come from miles out just to see the man spit

I can't send dick pics, the shit won't fit the bandwidth (whoo!)

Denaun team's backpack, fuck who you stand with?

Play a couple jams that make you Toucan Sam sick

Pack gats bigger than Shaq in a Kazam flick

Ran out of body bags, I'm hoping the Saran fit

Call Olivia Pope, and Fitz, they won't get yo damn wits of this hell sandwich

I'm trying to learn to speak Español, yo

Me and Han Solo went to a Bon Jo show

Wearing biker jackets with Decepticon logos

Transformer with the upper echelon flow though

Denaun's more sorta like Alonzo

Head honcho, you're more like Gonzo in a poncho

I am Carlito Brigante you are Donnie Brasco

I am now with the Illuminati

They want me to sacrifice Ashanti

With the Dagger of Ashanti, fuck it, uh, what, I got the knife

[Hook: Denaun]

Ayo, hospital bills, that's really real

We actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man

Is Mac really stale? (Yeah!)

Does nine really spill (Yeah!)

I said, hospital bills, that's really real

Actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man

Does mine really spill

I said Denaun's really ill (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Bizarre]

(Hahaha, yeah) Sexy male dancer

But I'm hardly working, Adidas and Nike suit on

But I'm steadily purpin', handicapped ugly bitch

But I'm steadily flirting, jacking off in the Walmart

(Bitch, close the curtains!) Smoking dope with cab drivers

I'm past tired, black Pathfinder, the fat Michael Myers

I'm at the bar, buying a lot of drinks, she said "fuck Bizarre"

Now she eating a lot of shanks, be scared as hell

She think I'ma shoot, I ain't tryna get your number bitch

I'm trying to get a boost

Before we fuck, I told her "you gon' meet Slim Shady"

After I bust a nut: "Bitch, you must be crazy!"

I'm on couple's therapy, popping pills and drinking gin

I know it's a sin, but I'm attracted to men (Pause!)

No pause, a lot of balls, in my dirty ass jaws

[Hook: Denaun]

Ayo, hospital bills, that's really real

We actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man

Is Mac really stale? (Yeah!)

Does nine really spill (Yeah!)

I said, hospital bills, that's really real

Actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man

Does mine really spill

I said Denaun's really ill (Yeah, yeah)