Starlito - Medusa Stoned lyricsrate me
Night time I got locs on
I'm Medusa Stoned!
Got a red car, it got red seats and the cup holders keep the juices cold
Tripping about some niggas that I used to know, fuck 'em!
Love them like a brother, I'll shoot them though
I aint proud of that!
Proud to the rap, beast, proud of..
Got eight balls from.. the drugs... one fifty
Forty dollars profit, ten for the ride
And I hold my ass... so many raps
So much time, get life...
They ain't quiet alright, but we're numb to it all day
..trying my best to write what's right
.. a right man, you don't like crime
But this is life... for the young niggas that's fresh started
I'mma say it for you, fuck the haters!
Nigga soft will, what, you're crazy?
Swerve upon a.. death date 'em
Damn way, you gonna get locked up, and that's fucked up
Just shine on me, shine on me
Success was revenge, so what's up?
Success was revenge, that's what's up!
I got my books up, they know I'm in the banks
But I ain't signed the only... and knowing the game
Got me buying out this new shit marathon
and a hustle like Nipsy
Got me on this blue shit
Just a young nigga, let's make more reservations than excuses
Nick notice how I blew...
Cause a house is for my momma and my nigga
Tracked her for this great recruitment
Now the labels want exclusive
Just pay me my producers and let's do this!
When the sun sets down life goes on
In here by ... don't fall false
A house, two spots, but got no home
Back to bed, smoke the hoes on..
In this thing I'm a lousy stick
Try a thousand in,
I know I got it popping cause I'm shopping
Where your.. is?
So I've seen this and a lousy stair
Try a thousand here, and I know I'll get it popping
I got them choppers where we're landing
Play with it! yeah
If you like it I care, if you don't, I don't!
Post-traumatic stress, post-traumatic stress
I know it's... like I go for it
Later flow, laser bitch, home made me sick
Maybe we should get married,
Cause she made me go to crazy...
Made a hundred bucks right here
And the radio and played my shit
Gave away more than just labels, man,
and they don't make me rich!
Ain't better be worth that paycheck
My last time I fucked up in the heat
That's why I rap this way!
Had that thirst yesterday, and I'm strapped today
Fuck around and got a license for it so that's OK
Beat my felonies, I spent my last on my case
Was living so fast, surprise made it past eight
Some niggas got blessed and a couple crashed from the West
Rode to riches, rode to perdition
If they were selling coke, I would sold them bitches
I hope that you're listening
No it ain't real, I'm just caught a menace
All of them, not some of them
Father, I'm talking about the some of them
The son of I'm done, father!
Bitches ain't not gonna freeze there
Get my money
Yeah, I'm living... I do!
And my money!..