Cormega freestyle lyrics

Artist  : Tony touch 
Song : Cormega freestyle
 
featuring  Cormega

[Cormega]
What up son? It's Mega
Tony Touch, what da deal dun-dun
Yo yo yo yo yo
When I die, remember me for fly jewels, nines,
and Hennesy
Tropical weed, Rovers, Beamers, Infiniti's
Dun, I'ma drop it, consider me a ghetto prophet
(why?)
I could write trife or recite a mellow topic
(true)
In the streets, I had to maintain self
Son I packed enough heat to make thermometers
melt
The trife life, I seen a lot of faces I hated
I exist in a cypher where drug dealers are livin
it
More niggas are prisoned nowadays, we livin
fouler ways
The whole hood is in a marijuana daze
I know the power of a dollar saved
Son I'm young, but I'm out for the cash the
old-timers crave
Back in the day dope king, sweeter than Alize
 
Now it take forever and a day
I used to measure grams, but now I got better
plans
Drivin a fuckin Navigator in the desert sands
I never ran and never will, get outta hand and
Mega will
Send a missle at your chest and mad red'll spill
Cuz I'm exalted from words spoke and courtships
Seen some other bigger drug dealer blowin
fortunes
In back rooms, niggas be sniffin like vaccuums
Reminesce to '88, the year crack ruled
They had Night Delta Forces pumpin clear capsules
Five for forty, had fiends like 'I only rob for
shorty'
My story real than yours, imaginated, fabricated
I'm Mega Montana, drama and retaliation, what
nigga what?
BIOTCH! Ha ha ha