Tony Touch, Cormega - Cormega Freestyle lyrics
[Tony Touch, Cormega - Cormega Freestyle lyrics]
What up son? It's Mega
Tony Touch, what the deal dunn dunn
Yo yo yo yo yo
When I die remember me for fly jewels, nines
And Hennessy
Tropical weed, Rovers, Beamers, Infinitis
Dun, I'mma 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 Alizé
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 spoken cautious
Seen some other bigger drug
Dealer blowin fortunes in back rooms
Niggas be sniffin like vaccuums
Reminisce to '88, the year crack ruled
They had Nike 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
Tony Touch, what the deal dunn dunn
Yo yo yo yo yo
When I die remember me for fly jewels, nines
And Hennessy
Tropical weed, Rovers, Beamers, Infinitis
Dun, I'mma 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 Alizé
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 spoken cautious
Seen some other bigger drug
Dealer blowin fortunes in back rooms
Niggas be sniffin like vaccuums
Reminisce to '88, the year crack ruled
They had Nike 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