Conway the Machine
Egyptian Cloth
[Verse]
Yeah, I whip the block counterclockwise
Baking soda make the product in the pot rise
A fuck n***a, I despise, I let a shot fly
And push the n***a's shit lopside, yeah
Push the Bugatti like Speed Racer driving mach 5
How I ain't in your n***as top five?
When it comes to this grimy shit, I'm the top guy (I'm that n***a)
And I don't even jot lines (I don't be writin' this shit, n***a)
Fifteen hundred for a Spade up in One Oak (That's just one bottle)
Threw ten thousand, that's just one stroke (Uh-huh)
Lay a n***a down if he want smoke (What's poppin', n***a?)
Stackin' my bread, ain't tryna die and leave my son broke
I'm that n***a if you haven't heard
Hit 'em with a bullet from the MAC, it burns
Burberry trench, I just had to splurge (You see me, baby)
Richest n***a in my city, n***a, that's my word, word

[Outro]
Yeah, fuck the fed cops, free the n***as 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
Hall N Nash shit, drive-bys playin' real cops
Youngin on the backseat shootin' 'til I say stop
Machine got this rap shit in a headlock, yeah