Think It Over

[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?