Текст песни Building Bridges - Statik Selektah , Termanology , Bun B

Trillstatik
Trillstatik, back at it
Trillstatik, you know this shit dope, right?
'Ology (Statik Selektah)

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
Even a baby mama nice once in a while
Cops crooked 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)

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

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 dripping 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 what's up sucka? Motherfuckers 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?

Trillstatik
Trillstatik, you know this shit dope, right?