Cormega

Cormega - Who Can I Trust? lyrics

rate me

[Cormega]

Yo, I write rhymes, for niggas at night time

Consider your life mine

Whether you pumpin 5 packs or 5 dimes

My time I'm livin' it, my persona eminent

Real niggas don't keep beef we finish it

No retreat, no surrenderin

No rockin me to sleep

I keep the heat up in my premises

A whole different level of rhyme several of my

Competitors try comin better than mine

Verbally I'm way ahead of my time, Mega

Immortalized through words

Son I'm livin off the time you served

Stay focused, keep a eye open for straight vultures

Everybody gotta go, everydays a day closer

I'm soakin in my sofa, Reminiscin Tony coked up

Life is fucked up, even when you blow up

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Lil Wayne: Who can ya trust?

Mega: Only a few and my nine will bust

Lil Wayne: What do you lust?

Mega: The money and the power nigga

Lil Wayne: Who you respect?

Mega: All my niggas that's no longer with us

and all the drug king pins who showed us how ta get up

[Cormega]

Who's the nicest nigga spittin a trife shit

Ghetto drama, Sagas for niggas with enditements, flippin white shit

Screamin fuck the feds

Squeezing ya heat at police till your cuffed to your hospital bed

Thug general, write rhymes for criminals to listen to

If you aint real, my shit aint even meant for you

My pen stain the paper like blood

My mind is like a nine and my rhyme is like a slug

Before I snitch like a bitch, I'd rather die like a thug

If they arraign me for bangin I throw my sign up at the judge, I'm almighty

Defy me, feel the 44 beside me

Red light to guide me to your vital point

With my heat I anoint you a second from death

My only regret, is that I emptied out my whole clip in your soul BIATCH

[Chorus]

[Cormega]

To my thugs, its unconditional love I'm givin you

I've been out the motha fuckin system too

Hunger pains when I was younger made me ready 2 face

Consequences of life the streets fed me

Ready rock chop the pumped I bought my high top dunks

And crack fiends only a baby nah, hold up

The sense of shit I just made up in the rhyme this is the realness

In a reflection of a sinner I spit

Yo feel this, my name alone had me maintainin a phone

On a come through not to mention the banger I hold

Aint nothing new why would I front for you

I'm a felony offender, you showin your jealousy nigga

[Chorus]

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