EGYPT (Remix)

One-hundred percent

You know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM

Rest in peace

I've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um

Westside Gunn, love him, he's so talented

So incredible

Ayo

Brrt, ayo

Ayo

I was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin'

Shai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome

Forty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit

Fiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom

"I need fifty," had to do a demo on camera

Hit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa

Don't watch close, Chloe never seen a hamper

FLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pamper

I'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it

Balenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower

Two-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA

Daytona wristes, taste too exquisite

Saint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business

Glock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom

Stripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen

Thirty-six opps outside the projects itchin'

Niggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin'

They never had 'Paris' written on the dishes

They never had the Cullinan near the trenches

East side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard

Just sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket

A dollar short, your nan at the door like, "Who is it?"

I'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick

Ritz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick

Grrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Roberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt

My Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt

Snuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts

Smith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse

Embroidered bed sheets, five-hundred thread count

Almost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop

Swallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties

Took a PJ to see Westside's city

Literary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me

Came up out the mud same color as a Tootsie

You ain't a boss, you's a pussy

I done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie

And I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it

Westside Gunn, swamp princess, ho it's

Never been done, this clean, this crisp

Label heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it's Christmas

Nigga, keep cool, Griselda got .22s

Ain't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot

I just feel like, I just feel like the underdog

Feel like the underdog and I just feel like, "Stop playin' with me"