EGYPT lyrics

[Intro]
One hundred percent
You know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM (Okay)
Rest in peace (Yup)
I've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um
Westside Gunn (Mhm), love him, he's so talented (Super)
So incredible
Ayo, brrt
Brrt, ayo (Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
Ayo

[Verse: Westside Gunn]
I was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin' (Ah)
Shai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome (Ah)
40 tucked on me, scorpions on the Vanson (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Fiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom (Ah)
"I need fifty," do a demo on camera (Woo)
Hit the brick with the psycho cutter like Ciampa (Mm)
Don't wash clothes, Chloе never seen a hamper (Uh-uh)
FLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pampеr (Ah)
I'm that f*ckin' n*gga, you know it
Balenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Two-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA (Skrrt)
Daytona wristes, taste too exquisite (Ah)
Saint Laurent britches, my b*tch mind her business (Ah)
Glock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom (Woo)
Stripes on the ceiling, this a Thom Browne kitchen (Whip)
Thirty-six opps inside the projects itchin' (Ah)
n*ggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin' (f*ck these n*ggas, Lord)
They ain't never had "Paris" written on the dishes (Uh-uh)
They ain't never had the Cullinan in the trenches (Uh-uh)
Eastside n*gga, I'm a cocaine wizard (Whip)
Just sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket (Mm)
Dollar short, your nana at the door like, "Who is it?" (Brring)
I'm that f*ckin' n*gga, I'm on my own di*k
Ritz-Carlton, Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick (Ah)
[Outro]
I just feel like, I feel like the underdog (Mm)
I feel like the underdog and I just feel like
Stop playin' with me
(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)