Kaleidoscope

Lyrics

[Intro: Termanology] Narco Wash money like I wash clothes Speedin' in the Bronco Yo Yeah Yeah Yeah Yo [Verse 1: Termanology] We the real life Narcos Even the dope got a bar code I wash money like I wash clothes Speedin' in the Bronco Green in the Fanto I'm from the state of hate, police raid your place They don't wanna see you shine like Bathing Apes The gun reign supreme Blood spatter their shirt like a Miskeen Had a baby with a fiend Too wavy, off the Lean Bent my digital scale, know what I mean? Too much weight then your scale'll lean Man, this is the American dream I'm different, more disciplined, hope you listenin' Still, slingin' water and the christenin' They miserable, that's why they wanna belittle you Even in the Bible, the righteous ones were ridiculed Still kinda hopin' that the sky's open My eyes open like my mind's open I put a half E in the basketball Pure raw, no cut or in Acetol Put the burner to his face, no mask at all Just gave him sign like, 'bitch, pass it off' I move the product slow but I get it poppin' though Bitch, I make a lotta dough Cocaine kaleidoscope [Chorus: Termanology] The raw, the raw Co-cocaine kaleidoscope The raw, the raw I got a cocaine kaleidoscope The raw, the raw Cocaine kaleidoscope The raw-the raw I see the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope The raw, the raw Co-cocaine kaleidoscope The raw, the raw I got a cocaine kaleidoscope The raw, the raw Cocaine kaleidoscope The raw-the raw I see the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope [Verse 2: Tek] Hey, yo, man, let your bullshit walk While my money talk and the forty-for spark I know the custom, upper face, hustle at my own pace I weigh the coke by the eighths (Man, uh) You know it come in different colors White, brown, tan, butter (Uh-huh) We cook it up with the Moët (With the Moët) Give the fiends a double hit Bitches tell me I'm the shit Uh, I tell 'em call me by my first name (First name) Because the dice hit your feet don't mean you in the game (no), no Every better, granted better (Granted better) Motherfucker, better get your shit together (Get your shit together, man) Uh, homie, where your dough at? Ace to a deuce, y'all better pray you don't throw that Quick to catch a body, I got the semi in a Hemi Niggas quick to catch a body, flee back to Trini' [Verse 3: General Steele] Jyeah, contraband in the carry-on (Uh-huh) My nigga vagabonds on that Barry Bonds Juicers for life like the Ghost Livin' off experience (uh), hammer stay close Montana had the hood bananas, thug lived glamorous (Uh-huh) Phones bugged, hand-to-hand, caught on cameras Ride the iron stallion matched with the battalion Caught slippin', runnin' now'll get, slashed for that medallion (Somethin' wildin') Catch a case, a couple thousand make a killin' (Uh-huh) That's a L on the jacket, murder raps and racketeerin' (Yeah) Yeah, the God's bars genius (Yeah) Coke on the Soul Train, Don Cornelius Pablo ran to Medellín, money in the cleaners (Uh-huh) Carlito tried to leave the game but the streets need us OD, intravenous, son got a lotta dope (Yeah) Every rhyme a line of blow (Yeah) Cocaine kaleidoscope [Chorus: Termanology] The raw, the raw Co-cocaine kaleidoscope The raw, the raw I got a cocaine kaleidoscope The raw, the raw Cocaine kaleidoscope The raw-the raw I see the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope The raw, the raw Co-cocaine kaleidoscope The raw, the raw I got a cocaine kaleidoscope The raw, the raw Cocaine kaleidoscope The raw-the raw I see the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope [Outro] Raw-raw-raw-raw