Rome Streetz, Eto, Willie the Kid - Rusty Stainless lyrics

Champagne rap forever (Statik Selektah)
What I told you, E?
Rusty stainless (I'm tellin' you, my nigga)
It's TCP  (Yeah) ayy, yo (Yeah)

Pour the Chambord, shop for chandeliers
I'm leery when the coast clears
It feels eerie
Catch me out in Eerie makin' money off beer
My white boy play the
Center like Bill Laimbeer
I'm lampin', shrimp scampi
Scantily-clad ladies
Scalawags with Cali tags, rented Mercedes
Sadie Hawkins when I'm slick talkin'
I keep the hawk for you niggas gawkin'
I put gauze on your face
Hospital bills you can't afford
Praise the Lord i got paid for world tours
And stayed the course
Of course, Midwest Willie, the crown prince
This rap money from '06
You can have my old bitch
I bubble like bowl wicks
This new money (Supreme, nigga)
Tech startups, nightclubs, it's 2020
In hindsight, got my mind right
I'm seein' dudes doin' anything
For a Klondike my trick like a Clydesdale
The black Walter Cronkite
I'm callin' plays
In disguise, no cosplay, I'm all day
Active, you niggas focused on
The wrong things
We take your personal belongings
Your arm in a sling

My mama is king
She warn me 'bout the drama it brings
Hurt me to my heart and it stings
But I was feelin' like Mike when
He walked in the ring
Couldn't clean the rusty stainless
Had to toss it and swing made an exit
Won't be them niggas that
They respected once
They was butter-soft, I Avirex-ed it
Them days were hectic, gettin'
Over the hump, huh
Handguns on our laps, pumps go in the trunk
Uh huh

The penmanship got me top-tier mentionin'
You lames don't fit the
Criteria for the membership
I dismember members of your clique
And make it interesting
You're all my infants
This is Enfamil for your benefit
We took trips with fire in
The fender out to Michigan
Feds'll need forensics if you
Fuckin' with my dividends
(Y'all niggas dead)
Seen smart niggas get mad
Time for lackin' discipline
(Free my niggas)
'Cause razorblades leave horseshoe scars
And rip the skin
My bars a montage of drug deals
Through the windows of cars weed in cigars
Knowin' I'm guardin' the boulevard
New York disposition
Keep me with a pretty chick to dip my dick in
And a steady flow of
Chicken like Church's kitchen
Disregard the church to sin with the villains
Fuck your feelings
They never measure up to all
This dust we dealin' but on the other side
The evil bucks is what's appealin' (Money)
Need it to stack up and bust the ceiling
The work white like elephant's tusk
They sniff the stuff and lick it
Off the table and it's residue
After they hit it
Well-connected, but ain't no need
To get specific
Like acid trips, the shit I kick is vivid
Illicit

(Statik Selektah)