The Radio lyrics

[Verse 1: Termanology]
Ayo, I remember my first time on the radio
Think it was eighty-eight-nine on the radio
Thank God, I got to shine on the radio
'Cause that led to more time on the radio
Jam'n ninety-four-five on the radio
Then Shade 45 on the radio
Satelite made me step on my balls
So I had to write new sh*t
'Cause of the way they made me flow
I spat a lot of good rhymes on the radio
Had a lot of good times on the radio
Talk slick and got wise on the radio
Probably the reason I'm still on the radio now

[Scratches]

[Verse 2: Termanology]
Come on
I made the whole jail get live 'cause of the radio
They hear their names all the time on the radio
In Boston, I can shine on the radio
In NY all the time on the radio
Once carried a hot nine to the radio
My cousin [?] was dead with the three-eight-two
Somebody almost lost their lives at the radio
Another DJ another rapper that hit the floor
My tracks making dough checking with the BDS
That means I get paid every time they play my hits
Made my life the sh*t, thank you Preemo
'Cause this sh*t we do always on the radio
[Scratches]

[Verse 3: Termanology]
My girl, she got tits like Pamela Lee
And she give me that lip service like Angela Yee
So if you see me on the block and she hand me a g
Right before she speed off in the three-hundred-C
Don't be hating, yo
I'm in the hood but I made, though
Tell me how my jams touch through the radio
Every year that I'm on NYU
With a bunch of animals like NY zoo
I was the only one in high school on the radio
From my city where that sh*t made me famous, yo
So famous that ladies gave me fellatio
And still never get a shout out on the radio

[Scratches]