Conway the Machine - Priest

[Verse 1] These other niggas just talk a lot 'Cause I still ain't heard a nigga top the bars I jot Raw in a pot, we was often blocked A hundred large in that Mason Martin box Ah, take off your top when the Carbon pop I'm OG status, more respect than your father got (hahaha) GxFR 'til the coffin drop Wig shot close knocked the nigga brains across the block I made my own lane I worked hard for my spot Now I park a drop in the studio parking lot Glock is with me even in the barber shop Like my nigga low pro, think I'm slipping? Course I'm not Toss a drop in a coffee pot My dog made a fortune, started with a quarter block I can't decide what color Porsche to cop Off the lot, I came a long way from that fork and pot [Bridge] I came a long way from that fork and pot That fork and pot I came a long way from that fork and pot I came a long way from that fork and pot [Verse 2] You think this shit a game, this is not a game All I jot is pain, I'll send a shooter to pop his brain Me and you niggas is not the same I'm insane, Osama Bin Laden Chopper pop, I got a lot of aim Huh, I sold a lot of caine and I'm not ashamed That bitch was bad After she topped me I forgot her name (hahaha) Every time a see a rap nigga I spot a lame My rob him and rock his chain at the Rockets game Then it's back to the kitchen rocking 'caine Long as the plug you sending boxes I cannot complain Drop the ice in it 'til it harden in the pot Then watch me put up numbers Like Harden with the rock (talk to 'em) I'll send my dog all up in your spot Smack your mama with the pistol Take all the shit you got Far as rap go, niggas can't ignore the shit I drop I'm big dog, I call the shots Started with that fork and pot, ahh (Machine...) [Bridge] I came a long way from that fork and pot That fork and pot I came a long way from that fork and pot I came a long way from that fork and pot