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egyptian cloth - conway the machine lyrics

[verse]
yeah, i whip the block counterclockwise
baking soda make the product in the pot rise
a f-ck n-gg-, i despise, i let a shot fly
and push the n-gg-‘s sh-t lopside, yeah
push the bugatti like speed racer driving mach 5
how i ain’t in your n-gg-s top five?
when it comes to this grimy sh-t, i’m the top guy (i’m that n-gg-)
and i don’t even jot lines (i don’t be writin’ this sh-t, n-gg-)
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-gg- down if he want smoke (what’s poppin’, n-gg-?)
stackin’ my bread, ain’t tryna die and leave my son broke
i’m that n-gg- 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-gg- in my city, n-gg-, that’s my word, word

[outro]
yeah, f-ck the fed cops, free the n-gg-s 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 motherf-ckin’ bed spot
hall n nash sh-t, drive-bys playin’ real cops
youngin on the backseat shootin’ ’til i say stop
machine got this rap sh-t in a headlock, yeah

- conway the machine lyrics

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