Dean Martin Steaks by The Alchemist Lyrics

[Verse: Roc Marciano]
Dope game, 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
Your horse ain’t on the 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, Heart 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