Who Can I Trust?

Cormega

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    [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: x2]
    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

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    [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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