Jiggy Hendrix - Medusa Stoned lyrics

[INTRO] I done made myself dizzy.... sayin a lot of words... Let me do it over for ya I'd like to invite y'all to light up some a dat light light Red dot collar that getcha [VERSE 1 : Starlito] Night time, I got 'locs on; I'm medusa stoned. (I'm medusa stoned) Got a red car, it got red seats and the cup holders keep the juices cold Tripping off some n***as that I used to know f** em, hm. Love em like a brother I'd shoot him though I ain't proud of that. Prior to the rap, it was powder packs Got an 8 ball from locs in the drag; Charge me 150; 40 dollars profit, 10 for the ride Then I opened my eyes So damn iced buddy, so many rides So much time get life off weight, it ain't quite alright But we numb to it all day half awake shot dice all night Trying my best to write what's right Knowing I wasn't in my right mind We don't like crime, but this is life, alright? (We just out here) This for the young n***a that's frustrated Keep ya head up. I'ma say it for ya, f** the haters n***a, software? What you crazy? Swerve up on em to update em d**h date em, then what? You get locked up and that's f**ed up Just shine on em, shine on em Success is revenge, that's what's up Yeah, success is revenge, that's what's up I got my bucks up, they know me in the banks but I ain't sign with a unit Yayo and knowing the game got me buying all this new sh** Marathon and a hustle like Nipsey got me eyeing all this blue sh** Just a young n***a that's making more reservations than excuses Nick Nolte-- how I blue chip Cars and houses for my mom an them, I need a tractor for this green, recruit me! Now the labels want exclusives, just pay me and my producers and let's do this! When it's all said and done, life goes on (life goes on) In errybody hood on four phones (Hello?) A house, two spots, but got no home Back to back smoked an ozone of the loudest pack Sitting here staring at a lousy stack, tryna thousand that I know I got it popping cause I'm shopping where you browsing at So I'm sitting here staring at a lousy stack, tryna thousand that And I know I'll get it popping we got them choppers where we lounging at (Play wit it) [BREAK] If you like it, I care. If you don't, I don't POST TRAUMATIC STRESS (Post traumatic stress) Yeah, I know it seah, it sound like I don't give a f** [VERSE 2: Starlito] Lazy flow, lazy b**h, lately that ho make me sick Maybe we should get married cause she make me go the craziest Made a hundred plus last year and the radio ain't play my sh** Gave away more hits than the labels made And it ain't gonna make me rich Ain't that a Bee? Word, bet, pay, check my last tape I'm f**ed up in the head that's why I rap this way Had that pistol yesterday and I'm strapped today f**ed around and got a license for it, so that's okay Beat my felonies and spent my last on my case Was living so fast, surprised I made it past 08 Some n***as got blasted, a couple cars crashed on the way Road to riches, road to perdition If they was sellin coke, I'd a sodaed them b**hes. (Ha ha ha) I hope that you're listening No it ain't real ill, I'm just calling them n***as All of em, not some of em. f**, I'm talking bout the sum of em The sun up, I'm done, f** it. (RAAAAH) [OUTRO] b**h, who said I couldn't freestyle? Gimme my money Yeah, I'm leaving out now like that, I did it Gimme my money Somebody gonna pay me my motherf**in two hundred dollars Somebody gonna pay me my motherf**in two hundred dollars