Cormega Freestyle — текст песни (Tony Touch)

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