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lirik lagu who can i trust? – cormega


yo, i write rhymes, for n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s 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
compet-tors 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 c-ked up
life is f-cked 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 l-st?
mega: the money and the power n-gg-
lil wayne: who you respect?
mega: all my n-gg-s that’s no longer with us
and all the drug king pins who showed us how ta get up

who’s the nicest n-gg- spittin a trife sh-t
ghetto drama, sagas for n-gg-s with enditements, flippin white sh-t
screamin f-ck 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 sh-t 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 b-tch, 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


to my thugs, its unconditional love i’m givin you
i’ve been out the motha f-ckin 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 sh-t 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 n-gg-


writer: cory mckay / kenneth jones / dwayne willis / hayes
lyrics © royalty network