[Termanology]

What's the synopsis? Stereotype scenarios

Of the bullets in your back the size of cheerios

Get in a shootout, come back, switch out my clothes

Go ahead and use it, I bet it's which one I blow

Hey yo, but on the really though, I'm higher than Arsenio

Chillin in the video, used to hold on the semi though

Bitches callin me pretty, though cuz I'm about to have plenty dough

Ballin without a penny, they'll want me cuz of the ??? coat

Niggas wanted me deaded yo, but I ain't really sweat it though

Chop, on my machete, your beef is really petty though

And ya'll already know when I'm moving oregano

I'm smooth as a merry-go-round, movin it very slow

A wise man told me "Term, think it over my son

Calm down, stop smoking your gun

Ay'body know who you are, and they know where you're from

And they seein you like the devil in the clothes of a nun"

I be heavenly with a halo, heavy making tomato

On the creek with my ladles since my first week in the cradle

No, I'll never retire, man I'm breathing the fire

I'm back, speaking to liars, I heard you speak through the wire

[Trife Diesel]

Yo, there's no way, no how, my niggas is gon bow

For all my niggas in the mess hall, eatin their chow

??? Clinton, all ?burnt green and hack sackie?

House slippers with the tight wife beaters and green khakis

Eating calamari, rushing they waves, cleaning they Walles

Ex cons, now they swear that they dons like Mr. Gotti

Yo my fam Ronnie just came home from beating a body

Merked that kid Donnie whom he blew off his feet with a Tommy

Got relatives up in the mountain servin him hella bids

Killas who severed ribs and massacred several pigs

It's BC, cuz in Hip-Hopulation, niggas'll never live

Behind bar salons, they killed a ??? with heritage

Fuck a release date, cuz mine's in a deep state

Letters from jail, my cousins be strong and stay safe

I thought it over, no longer will I just preach hate

So I reply stay wise, and make sure you keep faith

In this day and age, motherfuckers is illin

No remorse for lives lost, we immune to the killing

Feds watching every move, cameras glued to the ceiling

Cognito stay on the d-low when you move through the buildings

Think it over

[Termanology]

Ayo, ayo, check, I rep mass murder when they mashin out

Staten Isle, where they slang crack in vials

Acting wild, running through, blasting pounds

Clappin down whatever thug acting loud

Chill out, before you see me, a bastard child

Peel out in the V with the cash and bounce

I roll through the 'tel high with the rational

With half a smile, like, who we gon capture now?

Police on the hunt for the blackest crowds

Black and brown, they bound to pat you down

That's just fowl, fucked up rational

Turn guns to hurricanes, how they splash the town

I'ma tell you right now, before I go back to trial

Yo gon see your man 50 do a track with Styles

Ask the crowd, who be in the 'Ac with style?

When he be aiming at the birds, tryin to clap the clouds?