[Cormega]
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Yo, I write rhymes, for niggas at night time
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Consider your life mine
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Whether you pumpin 5 packs or 5 dimes
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My time I'm livin' it, my persona eminent
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Real niggas don't keep beef we finish it
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No retreat, no surrenderin
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No rockin me to sleep
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I keep the heat up in my premises
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A whole different level of rhyme several of my
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Competitors try comin better than mine
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Verbally I'm way ahead of my time, Mega
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Immortalized through words
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Son I'm livin off the time you served
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Stay focused, keep a eye open for straight vultures
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Everybody gotta go, everydays a day closer
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I'm soakin in my sofa, Reminiscin Tony coked up
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Life is fucked up, even when you blow up
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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Lil Wayne: Who can ya trust?
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Mega: Only a few and my nine will bust
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Lil Wayne: What do you lust?
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Mega: The money and the power nigga
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Lil Wayne: Who you respect?
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Mega: All my niggas that's no longer with us
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and all the drug king pins who showed us how ta get up
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[Cormega]
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Who's the nicest nigga spittin a trife shit
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Ghetto drama, Sagas for niggas with enditements, flippin white shit
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Screamin fuck the feds
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Squeezing ya heat at police till your cuffed to your hospital bed
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Thug general, write rhymes for criminals to listen to
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If you aint real, my shit aint even meant for you
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My pen stain the paper like blood
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My mind is like a nine and my rhyme is like a slug
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Before I snitch like a bitch, I'd rather die like a thug
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If they arraign me for bangin I throw my sign up at the judge, I'm almighty
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Defy me, feel the 44 beside me
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Red light to guide me to your vital point
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With my heat I anoint you a second from death
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My only regret, is that I emptied out my whole clip in your soul BIATCH
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[Chorus]
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[Cormega]
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To my thugs, its unconditional love I'm givin you
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I've been out the motha fuckin system too
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Hunger pains when I was younger made me ready 2 face
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Consequences of life the streets fed me
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Ready rock chop the pumped I bought my high top dunks
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And crack fiends only a baby nah, hold up
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The sense of shit I just made up in the rhyme this is the realness
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In a reflection of a sinner I spit
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Yo feel this, my name alone had me maintainin a phone
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On a come through not to mention the banger I hold
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Aint nothing new why would I front for you
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I'm a felony offender, you showin your jealousy nigga
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[Chorus]
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Who Can I Trust?
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Cormega |