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"