Termanology - Aw Shux lyrics

[Intro: Termanology] Yeah! Termanology! So Uh! S. T. dot! 50 MC's huh? Tony! [Verse One: Termanology] Uh! I use to think, if I went so hard in the booth Jimmy Iovine would show up in my room Knock on my door, take me to a private jet Man I was wrong, ten years makin these songs And the dreams I once had as a boy has now vanished Never mind livin lavish I'm wonderin how I managed With a semi a** manager, empty a** calendar Empty a** friends and mad bills that's pilin up Two baby mamas I'm lucky it ain't a hundred I'm sittin here gettin blunted with nothin up in my stomach Now I wasn't born with money I was born with puddy And the holes in my wall in my project hall And you never been as broke as me, I like that Anybody put they hands on me, get knifed back Gettin slicker in my stomach it's rumblin but this time I'm now tryin not to get locked up by the piglets in the donut shop My lawyer was low, got a public defendant If D.A. doesn't respect him I'm probably gonna get sentenced My pen is leakin this ink, like tears out of my mama eyes One of her biggest fears I fall victim to homicide Now murders in laws town in just a couple months I don't know what's wrong with these kids they all goin nuts Me I'm just sittin here thinkin of the old days sh**! Ain't too much changed [Outro: Termanology] I took 30 mc's put 'em all in a line Took ten more mc's 'fore I start me rhyme If you add ten more that's 50 combined And me, I'm just one of the illest of all time