Egyptian Cotton (feat. Anthony Hamilton)

Egyptian cotton, I sleep in peace while you speak of me

Disoriented reality has become like dreams

Been contemplatin' to give up rap and become like Keith

That's Keith Bothongo, oh where's my manners, that's Doctor B

Everytime we speak, I wonder what he sees in me

They say surround yourself with greats, I do it frequently

If you a boss we split it equally

My baby momma's from Durban but the coat was made in Italy

See we don't celebrate the failures of an enemy

Even my enemy's enemy is not a friend to me

Collaborating for destruction is just not allowed

If you a real one then you would know what I'm talking about

I prefer to go to war with my own guns

Don't wanna share all this glory with no one

Except the people that really love me, that's family

The ones that protect me even when they are mad at me

It's pretty clear that I've done well at this life thing

That's what I think when I pull up at my crib

Take out my phone and scroll through Black Coffee's IG

And I think "Yup, batho ba phela mo life'ing"

That's what happens when you focus on another man

There's always somebody richer, always a smarter cat

Always gonna be somebody out there with a harder flex

But none of them are me, they never gone be a another Cass

I used to love the game but now I love myself

I'm filthy rich and you can tell by how I smell

I be like fa fa, ladies be like "Sabawel"

Then it's "ah ah", later back at the hotel, I'm fresh as hell

In my Cazals

I'm in the 'Spur lookin' like I never took an L

My white mamis call me Nyovest

Don't rush you process, chasing another man's progress, we living soft

Alles oor familie, that's flex, that's flex

All about family, that's flex, that's flex

Alles oor familie, that's flex, that's flex

My life is changing, I'm about to be a father

My son is already blessed, he got a starter

I feel secure, I think I picked the perfect mother

I'm forced to grow and certain things are kinda harder (Like what?)

I think I might let go of the Bentley (Ok)

'Cause i don't wanna see his little stomach go empty

I'd rather keep the crib

That's more important, so him and my baby momma always got a place to live

I used to care about all the opinions

Now all I care about is family reunions

Fuck a Brazilian, my baby mama hair look Indian

She smart and plus she worth a couple millions

Shout out to Jabba, he prepared me formally

I know the traps, I get up early for my cheese

Uncle Cassper grinding heavy for my niece

So fuck a six-pack, we living in the belly of the beast

I feel like I've seen it done, done it all

It's more memorable when I'm involved

Yeah I started small, but look how I evolved

When twenty thousand in the stands is just something small

Still driven, yeah I hardly walk

I need a Pista for the blisters soon, that's that Ferrari talk

You know the saying, more money more problems, that's true

But somehow we stress less and we party more

Put Paul McCartney on, trips through safaris

Sip on Canari and explore the Kalahari

The young boys, they love to make noise like Kawasaki

I know the shit I'm wearing look plain, but it's Versace

Rich Mnisi polos for the evening

Maxhosa masks you know the combo always sickening

See nna ke ratile sdwadlo since kele pikinini

And I'ma need to see you glasses up if you feeling me

Alles oor familie, that's flex, that's flex

All about family, that's flex, that's flex

Alles oor familie, that's flex, that's flex

All about family, that's flex, that's flex

Cassper when you flexing, family

All about family

All my family, yeah

Brothers and sisters

Cousins and aunties

Cassper after flexin'

Anthony flexin'

S.A. flexin'

North Carolina flexin'

It's all about the love

All about the love

Familie

Alles oor familie

All about the family

Yeah, yeah

Yeah