Who Can I Trust?

[Cormega]<br>Yo, I write rhymes, for niggas at night time<br>Consider your life mine<br>Whether you pumpin 5 packs or 5 dimes<br>My time I`m livin` it, my persona eminent<br>Real niggas don`t keep beef we finish it<br>No retreat, no surrenderin<br>No rockin me to sleep<br>I keep the heat up in my premises<br>A whole different level of rhyme several of my<br>Competitors try comin better than mine<br>Verbally I`m way ahead of my time, Mega<br>Immortalized through words<br>Son I`m livin off the time you served<br>Stay focused, keep a eye open for straight vultures<br>Everybody gotta go, everydays a day closer<br>I`m soakin in my sofa, Reminiscin Tony coked up<br>Life is fucked up, even when you blow up<br><br>[Chorus: repeat 2X]<br>Lil Wayne: Who can ya trust?<br>Mega: Only a few and my nine will bust<br>Lil Wayne: What do you lust?<br>Mega: The money and the power nigga<br>Lil Wayne: Who you respect?<br>Mega: All my niggas that`s no longer with us<br>and all the drug king pins who showed us how ta get up<br><br>[Cormega]<br>Who`s the nicest nigga spittin a trife shit<br>Ghetto drama, Sagas for niggas with enditements, flippin white shit<br>Screamin fuck the feds<br>Squeezing ya heat at police till your cuffed to your hospital bed<br>Thug general, write rhymes for criminals to listen to<br>If you aint real, my shit aint even meant for you<br>My pen stain the paper like blood<br>My mind is like a nine and my rhyme is like a slug<br>Before I snitch like a bitch, I`d rather die like a thug<br>If they arraign me for bangin I throw my sign up at the judge, I`m almighty<br>Defy me, feel the 44 beside me<br>Red light to guide me to your vital point<br>With my heat I anoint you a second from death<br>My only regret, is that I emptied out my whole clip in your soul BIATCH<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Cormega]<br>To my thugs, its unconditional love I`m givin you<br>I`ve been out the motha fuckin system too<br>Hunger pains when I was younger made me ready 2 face<br>Consequences of life the streets fed me<br>Ready rock chop the pumped I bought my high top dunks<br>And crack fiends only a baby nah, hold up<br>The sense of shit I just made up in the rhyme this is the realness<br>In a reflection of a sinner I spit<br>Yo feel this, my name alone had me maintainin a phone<br>On a come through not to mention the banger I hold<br>Aint nothing new why would I front for you<br>I`m a felony offender, you showin your jealousy nigga<br><br>[Chorus]