Holy Cloth

When you considered that there are no substance is on the cloth
 That we're consumamble used by an artist
 And the fact that the blood on the cloth is human blood
 It would suggest that their cloth is probably off in it
 Yeah niggas thought I just started poppin' when I got with Slaughter House
 I been in foreigns for 20 years, fuck you talking 'bout?
 Gang members in the crowd who you thought brought them out?
 Punch lines on the West, who you thought taught 'em how?
 They study my flow on the world famous Wake Up Show
 I knew they was stealing but I had to get my cake-up though
 Buddy for last throws caked up at a bake-up slow
 Thе money was fallin' off trees had to rake up though
 (I don't know,) Some of my еnemies might've forget (I don't know,)
 If I catch you in traffic you might get shot (I don't know,)
 Hit the block had a cop on my 6'o clock
 I'm in the droughts so we searched. I get to Glock (I don't know,)
 Get my hands like twins that's on a double nigga
 Catch me out East, I got friends you still in trouble nigga
 The trait dudes is in it's Triple Fat Goose
 Think you in the NBA with my shooter
 Come out the bubble nigga they'll be asking, "Where did he go?"
 I'm in Vatican city though with my African pretty hoe really though
 Got my name tatted on half of a titty year old
 What you rappin'? Should really know
 You be cappin like, [?] so I don't rap in your video
 To my own friends I used to love you
 Niggas get close enough to hunt you so they can touch you
 Got you in between the ropes these niggas double duck you
 Set you up with a bubble butt nah motherfuck you
 You get my respect I gotta take some
 The higher you climp up the ladder
 Now hear the snakes come
 Rappers sell a million songs
 From hanging with pedophiles
 Take baby blood in adrenochrome to stay young (Woo)
 They gon' hate me in Holly-weird
 Let my gun ring on your chest you getting body pierced
 I'm in the heart of the city the part that's highly feared
 20 gold chains on my neck Haile Selassie beard
 Diamonds in the face set the Rollie off
 Bitches would ignore me ironic 'cause now they blow me off
 Circle of leaders homie I'm not the only boss
 COB bandanas the holy cloth (Flag)
 (Amen)