egyptian cloth

Singer:conway the machine

yeah

i whip the block counterclockwise

baking soda make the product in the pot rise

a fuck nigga

i despise

i let a shot fly

and push the nigga's shit lopside

yeah

push the bugatti like speed racer driving mach 5

how i ain't in your niggas top five?

when it comes to this grimy shit

i'm the top guy

and i don't even jot lines

fifteen hundred for a spade up in one oak

threw ten thousand

that's just one stroke

lay a nigga down if he want smoke

stackin' my bread

ain't tryna die and leave my son broke

i'm that nigga if you haven't heard

hit 'em with a bullet from the mac

it burns

burberry trench

i just had to splurge

richest nigga in my city

nigga

that's my word

word

yeah

fuck the fed cops

free the niggas that the feds locked

wig out your head top

hollow head

lead pop

tear drops tatted on my shooter's face

dreadlock

shoot you where you stand

that's your motherfuckin' bed spot

haulin' that shit

drive-bys playin' real cops

youngin on the backseat shootin' 'til i say stop

machine got this rap shit in a headlock

yeah