Who Can I Trust? Lyrics - Cormega

(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 f**ked up, even when you blow up 

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(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 f**k 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 f**kin 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)