Medusa

Snakes in my eyes, Medusa
Putting in pain, I don't need a Ruger
I'm counting these stacks, I need rulers
Body on froze, so the brought me a cooler
Icy
Too many checks, I'm feeling like Nike
Ice on my neck and it's looking like ice cream
We been on top and that's why they don't like me, yuh
Swim with the fish, need a bigger pool
Reaching the top, need a pedestal
Hunnit yard dash, I'm ahead of you
Stuck on the money, this shit feel like tentacles
Drip. Sauce
They looking at me when I walk in
Been dripping, need caution
McDonald's how I'm saucing, yuh

Been on my bully, I ain't come to play
You see me winning, that ain't a mistake
Yeah I gotta get to this cake
I'm in my teens tryna bank, ain't focused on lames
Steady on the paper chase
Cause TMS run the game, we gotta maintain
Coming hard like a train
I'm stacking guap, Bruce Wayne, we putting in pain
Me and my squad, we don't care what you think
Money be coming, it flow like a sink
I been on top, I ain't messing with snakes
And they ain't on my level, I'm raising the stakes
Stick with my guys like Morty and Rick
We count up these bands, I'm making it flip
Bury my hater's career in a ditch
And our pockets be flooded cause we got the drip

Grind for a check, no Nike
Step in the stu, I'm moving spicy
Do the right thing like Spike Lee
Carry my team, I ain't taking it lightly
Killing every beat, ya'll better indict me
Haters chatting, so they must wanna fight me
So fight me, uh
So fight me, look
New drip, new six, walk in the party, it's litt
Designer denim for the fit, TMS, too much drip
Chasing Benjis til we rich
Send the addy, cause it hit
Jawny on me, rocking stones like Medusa
Snakes on me
I need a 'Rarie and a don chick like Luka

I'm with TMS, we the best
No Khaled, valid like salad
RIP to Pop Smoke, just another young goat
Moment of silence
I get a bag from my talent
I don't do canons, but I got a shot like a talon
East New York where they be wilding
That's where I'm from, Double R be going dumb
Ray Rav got the drip, Whenever I drop something
They be riding the wave
If we wasn't riding with K's
We was walking 'round with blades, stomping in Jays
Now I'm on that cheddar route, tryna get paid
Ahead of my class, they loving the swag
It's a new era,
They don't wanna be mike, they wanna be Rav
When I'm on the mic, I jump in my bag
Race for the chicken, they coming in last
I ain't giving no pass
They ain't never give me credit
So only check me with the cash
Remember they would call me trash
I think it's funny, cause now they always hit my line
When I was a kid, I played solitaire
Now my social life is solitary confined
I don't even mind, surrounding by leaches
Who watch too much Love and Hip-Hop
While I'm working, they got time to kill
Like they was aiming for my wrist watch
Now I'm cute? Lil trick stop
I'm a retired magician
I guess I'm a hypocrite when I rap
Cause growing up, momma said I never listened
Word to mother



Credits
Writer(s): Raymond Louther, Owen Pierre
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