Morphine

[Intro: Termanology]

Yeah

Uh (Statik Selektah)

Here we go

[Verse 1: Termanology]

Kidnappings, alibis, drive-bys

I been there, there's paperwork, so why lie?

Four-fives, bullets spittin', flesh cookin'

Now you bare, fitted, body on the best cushion

Hah, I came to dinner with a meat cleaver

Bam, I get you hit up with a street sweeper

Unique dreamer that's whippin' the green Bimmer

In them clean sneakers, I spent my feature money on reefer

Reach for my piece, you fittin' to meet Jesus

I'm a street genius, before rap, I sold heaters

It's no weakness, runnin' with cold creatures

Put a bullet into your bitch and kill your fetus

Cement shoes, they don't know where your feet is

Closed casket, no clothes, you're at the griever's

It's up to me, make a killin' off the morphine

The fiends come and we hit 'em with the quarantine

[Interlude: Lil Fame]

Brr (Yeah)