Building Bridges

Album cover art for "Building Bridges" by Bun B & Termanology & Paul Wall

Bun B & Termanology & Paul Wall - Rap

Building Bridges

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[Intro: Termanology] Trillstatik Trillstatik, back at it Trillstatik, you know this shit dope, right? 'Ology (Statik Selektah) [Verse 1: Termanology] Alpha male, mastered the alphabet Dominant soul, prominent goals Down this road of heartbreak, many cars I drove On this quest for love, in these Oscar roles My OG's had pockets full of stones Selling rocks right in front of my home Out of control, young and fifteen with a pole Before he turned sixteen, he was letting it go Since the rotary phone, I've been globally known Had to stop doing press, they was quoting me wrong This a millionaire game but the broke can play Even a broke block right twice a day Evеn a baby mama nice once in a while Cops crookеd and the judge still foul, we broke 'em down Went from complete bricks to chicken and sweet chicks Still leaving them speechless, I live and breathe hits (Ology) [Verse 2: Paul Wall] The name's Wall but I'm known for building bridges Chasing digits daily, grinding on the road to riches Cool as fridges, 'bout my fitness, always auspicious I'm from where you ruffle the ridges, they pop you like quizzes And leave you covered in lead like a Scantron I started off my grind on the Soto and Antoine And then I moved to Gulf Bank where shit ain't sweet It ain't for the weak, but no nuts, no glory, capiche? I used to flip the Honda then I moved to a Caprice Hard work and dedication turned me to a beast Loyalty and teamwork make the recipe complete It's Wallpaper, Term and Bun B with Statik on the beats Indifferent to sleep I'm known to get it in but not known for fitting in I'm getting mine then I'm in the wind A wider lens, better check the perspective Never retrogressive, hustle progressive, peep the message [Verse 3: Bun B] Got the lighter and the weed, all I need is divine papers And all my Trill niggas is with me so hi haters If you ain't never done nothing for me, don't ask for favors I drop your ass and let someone pick you up off of waivers Ask Sam, I leave the ave slippery From all my candy paint drippery but we ain't even tripping G I pop the truck and it'll sound like a symphony Man hold up, Statik, I think I just had an epiphany Fly like the Tiffany Rolex, but that's just a low flex Wait and see where I take the flow next Hit the Astor Club for a smoke sesh We gas nigga, no stress, getting paid for it, I'm so blessed Got my brother Paul to the right and Term to the left of me Now which sucka motherfucker's trying to F with me? It's one, two, three of the best that ever did it And if we shoot the shot, we finna hit it, did you get it? [Outro] Trillstatik Trillstatik, you know this shit dope, right?

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Credits

Writers
  • Bun B
  • Paul Wall
  • Statik Selektah
  • Termanology