Westside Gunn - EGYPTIAN CADILLAC Lyrics

Ay yo niggas want to be me
Fresh from Hill St
Keep fiends praying for half off sales for Cardo Tisci
Brains with total mastermind, you hear me?
I see through all that bullshit too clearly

Trapaholics, bitch

Damn, son
Where’d you find this?
Hey, yo, niggas want to be me
Fresh from Hill St
Keep fiends praying for half off sales for Cardo Tisci
Brains with total mastermind, you hear me?
I see through all that bullshit too clearly
The Adidas windbreakers blow up, suit you clueless
We sending through fast jewels, connects, newers
Just off the face, I can get a thousand places
Land a house, estate, in a gate on a lake
Press play, should have changed your life
Pray every night
Pray for my nigga doing 50, sharpening your knife
I’m eating knife at the table with two bitches
You know my body
You know I move different
The pool in the living room, you just a stool pigeon
Triple deck yacht cruising, never wore true religion
Never once, never thought about it

I was counting up J Smith, LeBron, anytime four tucks with the pump
Make way for the deluxe, but shoot her on angel dust
My country fiends took 20 out his Wrangler us
Niggas think I’ma fall off, nigga, hang it up
14 years and still shining, still blinding
Screaming through the dorm, I got the biggest locker
It’s got a ladder on a private helicopter
You niggas need gossip
Docking Eagle Ninja yum yum on the chopsticks
I don’t rock AP watches
You need it, I got you
All the lobster tails and I don’t eat lobster
Styling Y3 gloves with the yacht
Allergic to a window shop

Hey, yo, niggas want to be me
Fresh from Hill St
Keep fiends praying for half off sales for Cardo Tisci
Brains with total mastermind, you hear me?
I see through all that bullshit too clearly
The Adidas windbreakers blow up, suit you clueless
We sending through fast jewels, connects, newers
Just off the face, I can get a thousand places
Land a house, estate, in a gate on a lake
Press play, should have changed your life
Pray every night
Pray for my nigga doing 50, sharpening your knife
I’m eating knife at the table with two bitches
You know my body
You know I move different
The pool in the living room, you just a stool pigeon
Triple deck yacht cruising, never wore true religion
Never once, never thought about it

I was counting up J Smith, LeBron, anytime four tucks with the pump
We make it look easy
I don’t post a lot of shit that I do because niggas already suffer
What, looking at me?

I don’t even post half the shit I do
My niggas would be If niggas see what I do day to day to day, nigga, Russian roulette would be an option for niggas