That's Life - Termanology

Yo what up Term?

(Chillin' man)

I hear you doing yo thing man, let me hold something

(I ain’t got it like that man)

But I just see you on BET, I just heard you on the radio

(I know man, I know)

What do you mean you ain’t got it

I just came back from tour but I’m still in the hood

Feel like I never left cause my money is less

No food in my crib, no money in the bank

No bullets in my gun and I’m still on the run

I’m fresh off the radio, they was playing my shit

And that’s cool, but them niggas ain’t paying me shit

But what’s worse, my little cousin looking at me like a star

I tell him I’m never one, he say you still are

If I don’t make it in this rap shit, I’ma sell coke

Cause I’m nice with the rap but I’m equally nice at both

I probably could’ve been a school teacher or something

I’m fronting, I probably could’ve sold *** or something

I’m like they’ll earn hard, I’ll probably die of speed

Racing through the city high in the grandma keys

I’m from the hill, but fuck NYPD

For they did what I’ma do, you can count on me

Just say whatever I feel like ODP

I ain’t a punk, you can catch me where the OG’s be

With the 40 in the crack house with no TV

I put 40 on the game, nigga NFC

A hustla’s blood, homie we can watch it on the widescreen

Front, I can get you a box made out of pine tree

Ever since 19, I’ve been the best around

Then I got a big ass heart to wrap my vest around

I got investors now they want to make me rich

Look they want me singing like John, they want to make me switch

I got a crazy gift, nigga the way I spit

And I ain’t gotta switch up my style for me to make a hit

It’s nothing new in the game these nigga’s make me sick

Same beat, same hook, same ***

The judge says I’m a menace, what would he say to this?

Well I could give a fuck, hope somebody takes his kids

There’s no justice dawg, it’s just us

That’s why I pack a burner on *** bus

And my mama told me son you better watch them sluts

Keep a Trojan on you don’t wanna knock one up

I guess I roll with the dice in the heat of the night

Not knowing what I’m out for, fuck I’m about for

My bullets blow you out your, heart and your back

Leave your heart on your lap, try hollering back

That’s life