Steely

🇵🇱 it’s about that Time!!!

The Cookup, where art respects art.

The Chef presents pan roasted lamb loin chop, cauliflower purée, seared baby bok choy, finished with a lamb jus seasoned with thyme, rosemary, and juniper.

Smoke meets elegance.Earth tones plated with precision.Savory notes layered like composition.

The MusicianSTEELYONE WROTE:

I’m talking Keisha with the shotty nose, thick body but Kehlani pose.Pussy wet like Dasani flows, lil brother work at Domino’s.Always on house arrest but he known to rock designer clothes.Weed up on the report card, call it honor roll.

I’m always facing these odds, sit down and write flows and have a séance with gods.Me and life and death having a ménage,Praying one don’t come too fast ‘cause the other one is fu***ng so hard.

Popular to nobody, I sell out shows spitting these bars, and come home and ni**as don’t even know who you are.Kinda cool, just need the money matched with the bars.

Uma Thurman when a n***a earning.Kill Bill, swerving in a Birkin.I prayed to God and he said the devil lurking.I asked him why he do that, he said all my sons have a purpose.Know your value, n***a. Ni**as always worthless.

Shake that body, body, I’m on some Wu sh*t.Any car Dre be in, be a cool whip.Gold rope chain that swing, where’s the nuisance?New God flow, these hoes, where’s the pulpit.

The BridgeDifferent tools.Same hunger.Music feeds the soul.Food feeds the body.Both shape who we are.

Peace to the President of hip-hop a.k.a. the plug!!! I guess the cats out the bag 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀LOST CITY 2!!!

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