Medusa

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Willie the Kid]

Marvel at the marble, marvelous mahogany floors

I need mosaics on the vases, evasive

Faces of Medusa what I'm used to, complacent

Sharp as a lance, on point like a lancet

Enhancements, handmade ceramics antique standards

Speaking Spanish, a patient man's antics

Reserved parking spots in the lots behind behind the annex

Bands for the buffies alias upon my amex

She begging me to trust her on a hammock popping xanax

The money was the buffer that absorbed the most damage

Unscathed, Willie not a scratch upon my armour

Sipping Arnold Palmer camouflaging, karma came to get me

Get me Guatemalan bitches, we in the Galapagos

Guava in my vodka, some guap for the zapatos, throwed

Humping hoes, my humble abode

Twin wood grain refrigerators, stainsless steel stoves

Sterling silver silverware, I'm dancing on these bitches

New beamers, semi-automatics in the Bally

Duffle definite, hustle more steam muscles pay the mortgage

Money orders Corrlinks, push button Porsches

Portraits, gorgeous

Scary like the mortuary terrace, carry grudges like the rabies

Reliable blades, rap rabbi, double chop ribeye

Live from Roppongi, you punk motherfuckers, (my) chain

Dangle like a bungee cord, whores fall to my feet

Undefeated, undisputed, deeply rooted

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Ayo this spliff look like a shrimp with a shit

Spent a grip on the droptop whip with the lip

If I was black my waves would spin

Better than a day would win

Got the burnt autumn follicles engraved in chin

My knife-work like Hiroyuki Sakai

Vocals got me all expenses paid, boat trips to Dubai

Fly Emirates, now the shorty's thighs spreading

On bedding, they got a hundred thousands threading counts

It's 10am and I'm already on my seventh ounce

10:30 I be up inside my pigeon's house

When it strikes noon, light the flute

Bite the fruit, inspired by the loot

Throw your mamma off the roof

Then got upset cause I spill soda on my shoe

These are shark, now I guess I gotta wear 'em to the park

While I'm shooting jumpers with the arc

[Verse 3: Roc Marciano]

Olive oil voice, poise

Pipe the Caucasoid, until the lord make a joyful noise

Fill the void, my head embroidered in the coin

The gun and the groin interjoin

I moist the woman's loins, Helen of Troy, I’m a sex toy

Mama’s boy, foreign car convoy

The chrome of the alloy, annoy that's an asteroid

To bring the black boy laughter and joy

Hoping in Utopia, the flow this is opium

You bagging bush weed, I'm clone like a Kush seed

You fleed as the bullets are freed at good foot speed

And breeze, the need to see you bleed is appeased

Victory is seized, the displeased live with the disease

Please give me 40 feet like a centipede

Look distinctive, the link that's a nigga trinket

My slut twenty-five she lust to be fingered

Lick off a shot, call it cunnilingus

Kinda cunning, we've come to an agreement

[Outro]

Sign off on that in the morning

It all looks good

My lawyer's talking right

About 700,00