Wiki – Eggs Lyrics
Artist: Wiki
Song: Eggs
Young Caesar, the crowd-pleaser, the town leader in a round theater
When the town need it most you assassinate my character with all the sh#t that you say
Et tu, Brute?
Stabbed in the back, touche, threw your shade
But they wrote plays about me, named me after the fade
You toupee, you e-willy, we do say
You must be silly thinking he do yay
They knew the name
They knew he could spit him some game
Let him refrain, but sippin’ Rem’ on a train
Got a limp need to get him a cane, you couldn’t sit
sh#t let alone live in this lane
Young Hovito he a sensei
I’m Tito Puente mixed with Big Daddy Kane
Do it for the couple cents made getting my rent paid
And mi gente that’s how we living these days
Notes, quotes, everything I wrote
The whole scope, the pope, ordinary folk
Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat
Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached
Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid
Notes, quotes, everything I wrote
The whole scope, the pope, ordinary folk
Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat
Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached
Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid
There’s some ugly m#th*rf#ck*rs in here
See the rooster on my chest? I’m cocky
You know Papi Chulo, her culo got me obsessed
A raunchy honky menudo
Hardly flossy you could taunt me but what the f#ck do you know
Kudos? Nah, I need blue notes
My Jew bro taught me to be frugal
Blew hella loot on the brew though
You see the price, you had to concede to lead a peaceful life
Jesus Christ
Will it be he that reads my rights? Will I see the light?
This will make it hard to sleep at night
I just keep it tight, keep going
Ain’t no knowing, just some cheap advice I’m giving
What’s the piece I’m getting of the f#cking stream subscription
But I need it just as much as you need to listen
While I keep pretending that I make a decent living
I’m in the streets drinkin or in the sheets hitting them cheeks stinkin
Notes, quotes, everything I wrote
The whole scope, the pope, ordinary folk
Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat
Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached
Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid
Notes, quotes, everything I wrote
The whole scope, the pope, ordinary folk
Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat
Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached
Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid
What the f#ck do you know
What the f#ck do you know
Young Caesar
I’m in the streets
What the f#ck do you know
Young Caesar, the crowd pleaser
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Eggs
Release Year: 2019