Steel Ill D12

[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)