Lyrics Holy Cloth - KXNG Crooked

Holy Cloth

When you considered that-that are no substance is in 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
Niggas thought I just started poppin' when I got with Slaughter House
I been in forms for 20 years, fuck you talkin' bout?
Gang members in the crowd who you thought brought them out?
Punch lines on the West, who you though tied 'em how?
They study my flow on the world famous Wake Up Show
I knew they was stealin' but I had to get my cake-up though
Buddy for last throws caked up at a bake-up slow
The money was fallin' off trees had to rank up though
I don’t know some of my enemies might’ve forget I don’t know
If I catch you in traffic you might get shot I don’t know
Hit the block out the 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…
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
And that hear the snakes come