[Music] Nasty C – Overpriced Steak [+ Lyrics]

Emerging from the vibrant Nigerian gospel scene, Nasty C delivers a captivating new single titled "Overpriced Steak". This track showcases his unique blend of heartfelt lyrics and smooth melodies, making it a standout addition to his repertoire.

Released in 2020, "Overpriced Steak" captures listeners with its engaging composition and relatable themes. The song’s charm lies in its ability to connect emotionally while maintaining an infectious rhythm that’s hard to ignore.

This tune is featured as the 4th track on the extensive 20 tracks project, "Zulu Man With Some Power", which highlights Nasty C’s versatility and artistic growth. The album itself has been praised for its depth and creativity, with "Overpriced Steak" contributing significantly to its appeal.

Dive into the sounds of "Overpriced Steak" and experience the artistry of Nasty C firsthand. Don’t miss out on this remarkable piece from one of the most promising voices in gospel music.

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Nasty C Overpriced Steak Lyrics:
Lately my attire been fire, I'm in my case
In and out of meetings, my dancing shoes on a break
Talking stakes, over overpriced steak
I'm well off, I should be used to it but I ain't
I'm still eating out the hands that I marry to say the grace
Sitting across the angels of LA
Ticking off the stereotypes, they sing about SA
And turn 'em into fanatics by time they collect the plates

Most of 'em say what they wish to say
Some of them don't wanna get offensive
So they let the question ricochet
I spit the answers anyway
I talk like this 'cause I listen to Weezy everyday
Might walk like tip 'cause that's who I, I rep today

Might drip like King Slime, I mean, King Slime
'Cause I got me a check today
Money in my pants, I got credit on demand
And I mean that in every shape form, Sega game or bank

Way that I be switching whips, you'd think I know how to bake
Way that I take all this love, you think I don't know it's fake
I know what my haters look like, 'cause I seen a cobra's face
Won't ever use my skin as an excuse 'cause I know Oprah face

Won't ever use my skin as an excuse 'cause I seen Hova face
Won't ever let nothin' that's got a skin
To take Jehovah's place (Jehovah's place)
Pushing through the pain for my soldier's sake (for my soldier's sake)
Push the button now, if you don't know your place

Lately my attire been fire, I'm in my case
In and out of meetings, my dancing shoes on a break
Talking stakes, over overpriced steak
I'm well off, I should be used to it but I ain't
I'm still eating out the hands that I marry to say the grace
Sitting across the angels of LA
Ticking off the stereotypes, they sing about SA
And turn 'em into fanatics by time they collect the plates

There can be no doubt, that the boy and the presence pop
We have seen that in all his actions
Why destroy that power
When you can enhance it for the good of our people?