Medusa lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, dodgin' and weavin' the snakes, I've been feelin' like Dominick Cruz
Yeah, been stayin' so weary of all of the strangers, like walkin' to school
Yeah, I remember me smellin' like pack in the halls when I walked in the school
Yeah, well I guess it's okay 'cause I turned out okay, it was better than holdin' a tool

[Chorus]
Hold up, don't make me get up
From the throne that I'm sittin' on, I'ma be really mad 'cause I just don't give a f*ck
'Bout all of the bullsh*t n*ggas be spewing at me and now I'm lookin' up
To all the ones to passed, all the paths they paved, so I lift my cup
For the ones that rapped that hardcore sh*t before me, y'all went nuts
Y'all taught me to never trust no n*gga schemin' on the low, try to lurk through the brush
Every time I give these n*ggas the juice, they just say that I'm too turnt up
I know artists stay sellin' they features for the low 'cause I figure they too burnt up
Don't give a f*ck 'bout no f*ck n*gga, even if he comment on stuff

[Verse 2]
You n*ggas still eatin' that ass out here, finna fast, I'm on Ramadan stuff
These n*ggas walk around with three di*ks in they ass, but they wanna act so tough
These n*ggas always act so activist, but they never wanna cop no black owned stuff
Hey baby, what's your handle? Wanna paint on your face how my n*gga Van Gogh does, huh?
Like will the Slim DBangz go ahead and please stand up?
Me and my n*ggas, we lit like I just took a hit of the weed 'fore the weed showed up
And if you talk sh*t about me, somebody finna be like, "Oh, he can't suck"
Catalog so deep, make the whole damn crowd move like they just had a lease that's up
Who defeatin' us?
Not too many styles in the game, n*ggas leech off us
It's okay 'cause I know they gon' be all nuts
Type of these n*ggas out here ain't got guts
Got a few haters on call swear I don't ball and I feel like they still won't give up
And I hope they know that I won't give up
Too many lost in the fog, my n*gga smoke that strong
[?], homie in a Benz out there
Tryna mosh in a pit with my friends out there
And we hope that we live long
Too many try to blow, like Kim Jong
I be tellin' 'em we goin' at it all wrong
DBangz, that boy gas all songs
Keep it back for a b*tch, like ping pong
(DBangz, that boy gas all songs)
[Chorus]
Hold up, don't make me get up
From the throne that I'm sittin' on, I'ma be really mad 'cause I just don't give a f*ck
'Bout all of the bullsh*t n*ggas be spewing at me and now I'm lookin' up
To all the ones to passed, all the paths they paved, so I lift my cup
For the ones that rapped that hardcore sh*t before me, y'all went nuts
Y'all taught me to never trust no n*gga schemin' on the low, try to learn through the brush
Every time I give these n*ggas the juice, they just say that I'm too turnt up
I know artists stay sellin' they features for the low 'cause I figure they too burnt up
Don't give a f*ck 'bout no f*ck n*gga—

[Outro]
(DBangz, that boy gas all songs)