Besedila: Cormega. Introspective.

I killed her with the realness now I'm bringing her life
Prestige is an illusion people tend to lose sight
I will always be cory, youngest child of Dorothy
My brown eyes mirrors the pure ferocity

I slung the E, held my first heat with curiosity
Slept with it, rep with it, streets empower me
I came from curses, cuffs, and suede pumas
To painting slums as visual as James Evans Jr

I became a criminal when few though I wasn't
My shot wounds, my birthmarks a thug injustice and with the yanks
The quarters not working I question my purpose in life
It must be to write, son I'm very determined
I child of the ghetto like a very young Sherman
Bread not molding, the chosen upholding

Unwritten laws of those behind walls closed in, picture me rolling
But don't look at me differently on the strength that I'm holding
This is mega you never heard my chain got stolen
I pitch like Randy Johnson
Dudes needed work I assist like Magic Johnson

Before rap my name was ringing in the projects
We took the block and props of every gram cooked
The rap game a change gon' come like Sam Cook
And big didn't give the crown up and this means

His unwilling departure still makes him king
Cormega, will forever still born in bedstuy, never ran never will
My life is very real a tri-beam couldn't measure my skill
Or true meaning who wanna bring it, I'm right here