Messhall Talk - Westside Gunn

Yo, you should’ve fucking seen me, nigga

I step through, I had the

Reagan era sweatsuit on with the bucket and shit, knahmean?!

The fucking Clarks had the (?) strings in 'em

Yo, the shit was stup' yo

I told you to fuck with me, nigga

Man, yo, the shit was wild though, on some G shit

Make way for the marvelous

Cop so much Ace, they ran out of sparklers, word

Pissy hallways we made the offices

MAC in his face, you swear he had Parkinson’s

Niggas on the block say I’m starving 'em

Pardon my Jag

The roof I had shhhhhhh

Dapper Dan guts in the 88

Galliano sweatsuit, the little (?)

.40 caliber chrome, I shall roam

Seek and destroy niggas, demolish they thrones

MCM backpack with gats in 'em

Streets or prison, they both got plenty rats in 'em

If fly was a crime I’d be in maximum

Let me out for an hour, I might stab a nigga

Playing chess with other bosses

Made a few moves, realizing that they novice, yo

Hibachi shrimp laying next to swordfish

Gargle some Louie and spit it in ya fucking face

Enough face, let us get the plug

Roll ya body in a Persian rug, word to blood

Lanvin low tops with my two step

Smash ya favorite rapper like «who's next?»

Even if ya broke you better pay attention

Bear witness to the flyest muh’fucka living

Wipe my tears with 100s

Maybachs in 5 different colors

In the mess hall politicking dope numbers

I’ma rock my tans creased the whole summer

You can never live how I live

A million in cash, all 1s, 5s and 10s

A million in cash, all 1s, 5s and 10s

Bugatti bucket on the 33

Heard Tom Ford wanna murder me

Cashmere Pumas, 'bout to serve a ki

Biggest chain you ever seen on, getting my Kareem on

That’s posting

You see I’m Michael, left Fredo in the ocean

Am I my brother’s keeper?

Smoking Cubans with my feet up

They was still running the race, they couldn’t keep up, nah

Fed cover poses with my jewels on

30 R6 shells’ll knock ya shoes off

Peruvian flake, great, let’s get richer

Your work stepped on, nobody fucking with ya

Mentality is like Escobar

Fresh off the boat, the cocaine Aston Mar'

Up in Bergdorf like a fucking addict

H buckle on my arm, I got a Jew habit

Maserati jeep, I gotta fucking have it

Dana dane, buy big boats like Kane got

Me and (?) grew up in the same spot

Niggas got fly off the same pots

I’ma be forever rich, Lord willing

Billion in the floor, million in the fucking ceiling

Even if ya broke you better pay attention

Bear witness to the flyest muh’fucka living

Wipe my tears with 100s

Maybachs in 5 different colors

In the mess hall politicking dope numbers

I’ma rock my tans creased the whole summer

You can never live how I live

A million in cash, all 1s, 5s and 10s

A million in cash, all 1s, 5s and 10s

Ayo, then, fuckin Donna Karan came through and shit

Hopped out the Lam', whatever

You know I used to fuck her and shit

Knahmean?!

We went to the Tom Ford show, knahmean?!

Yeah yo, I seen nigga, Tom Ford pollying

So you know I tried to make way over here

Niggas looking like «Yo, who the fuck is this nigga, man?»

Yo, you know me, I got in my feelings man

I punched the fuck out that nigga Tom Ford, man, yo

Niggas bum rush me

Kick me out the shit or whatever, man

But yo, heard the nigga Tom Ford nigga wanna get at me and shit

But knahmean, it’s nothing, man

I told that nigga City, man, knahmean, this shit handled

«What kind of mulignans are these?»

«They call themselves gangsters.»

«It's a new fucking day.»

«Fucking depressing.»