I'm the best I'll tell it kindly
The block is hot , shit it's about 90
On no degree no nigga can f*ck with me
Rolling Big Tymers you on Lil' shit smokin juvie
Planning an Ocean Eleven, I'm George Clooney
I need a 28 or a better, if it's Gon move me
Emilia Earhart pack em' but the fly vanish
The pack wrapped up with black tape, look like a bandit
Who got outsmoke, who? We can bet this
He got served off the bus, he Jerome Bettis
The bread remind me of Jack and the Beanstalk
State Prop, turn it into seagel
Don't mess with Beans guap
I'm the franchise, I'm on the Alpine
I need the paper stamped at the bottom
No need for co-sign, you should be well aware
Me and you do not compare, I'm in an altered State , lines Don't cross no Delaware
This is where the rubber meets the road
My militant rolling Michelin
We don't pay no tolls, trolls, we don't take serious
They delirious, what I got in this bag
Never seen before, it's mysterious
Yo, I'm doing weed rituals, I need the visuals
Knocked em out on vid left him digital
I'm spitting molten rock to flow a hot mineral
I tombstone the poom, she asked what gotten into you
I'm bearing gifts, but it ain't December
One hit of this, you won't remember
You better think twice before you dismember
Chopped the pack down, it got dismembered
Steel Curtain. (feat. Krash & Billy Escobar) Video (MV)
Performed By: Don Libran
Language: English
Length: 4:34
Written by: Kieson Kershaw, William Kershaw, Andre Scott
Don Libran - Steel Curtain. (feat. Krash & Billy Escobar) Lyrics
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I'm the best I'll tell it kindly
The block is hot , shit it's about 90
On no degree no nigga can f*ck with me
Rolling Big Tymers you on Lil' shit smokin juvie
Planning an Ocean Eleven, I'm George Clooney
I need a 28 or a better, if it's Gon move me
Emilia Earhart pack em' but the fly vanish
The pack wrapped up with black tape, look like a bandit
Who got outsmoke, who? We can bet this
He got served off the bus, he Jerome Bettis
The bread remind me of Jack and the Beanstalk
State Prop, turn it into seagel
Don't mess with Beans guap
I'm the franchise, I'm on the Alpine
I need the paper stamped at the bottom
No need for co-sign, you should be well aware
Me and you do not compare, I'm in an altered State , lines Don't cross no Delaware
This is where the rubber meets the road
My militant rolling Michelin
We don't pay no tolls, trolls, we don't take serious
They delirious, what I got in this bag
Never seen before, it's mysterious
Yo, I'm doing weed rituals, I need the visuals
Knocked em out on vid left him digital
I'm spitting molten rock to flow a hot mineral
I tombstone the poom, she asked what gotten into you
I'm bearing gifts, but it ain't December
One hit of this, you won't remember
You better think twice before you dismember
Chopped the pack down, it got dismembered
The block is hot , shit it's about 90
On no degree no nigga can f*ck with me
Rolling Big Tymers you on Lil' shit smokin juvie
Planning an Ocean Eleven, I'm George Clooney
I need a 28 or a better, if it's Gon move me
Emilia Earhart pack em' but the fly vanish
The pack wrapped up with black tape, look like a bandit
Who got outsmoke, who? We can bet this
He got served off the bus, he Jerome Bettis
The bread remind me of Jack and the Beanstalk
State Prop, turn it into seagel
Don't mess with Beans guap
I'm the franchise, I'm on the Alpine
I need the paper stamped at the bottom
No need for co-sign, you should be well aware
Me and you do not compare, I'm in an altered State , lines Don't cross no Delaware
This is where the rubber meets the road
My militant rolling Michelin
We don't pay no tolls, trolls, we don't take serious
They delirious, what I got in this bag
Never seen before, it's mysterious
Yo, I'm doing weed rituals, I need the visuals
Knocked em out on vid left him digital
I'm spitting molten rock to flow a hot mineral
I tombstone the poom, she asked what gotten into you
I'm bearing gifts, but it ain't December
One hit of this, you won't remember
You better think twice before you dismember
Chopped the pack down, it got dismembered
Writer: Kieson Kershaw, William Kershaw, Andre Scott
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid