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Introspective

True Meaning专辑

  • I killed her with +
    The Realness+ now
    I'm bringin new 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 to eat, held my first heat with curiousity
    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
    Aint 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 Breed not molded, the chosen upholding unwritten laws of those behind walls closed in, picture me rollin but don't look at me differently on the strengh that
    I'm holdin
    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 off every gram cooked rap game and change gon' come like
    Sam Cook And
    Big didn't give the crown up and this means his unwilling departure still makes him king
    Cor-Mega,
    RAW forever, still born in
    Bedstuy, never ran never will
    My life is very real a tri-beam couldn't measure my skill
    The True Meaning+ who wanna bring it,
    I'm right here...
  • I killed her with +
    The Realness+ now
    I'm bringin new 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 to eat, held my first heat with curiousity
    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
    Aint 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 Breed not molded, the chosen upholding unwritten laws of those behind walls closed in, picture me rollin but don't look at me differently on the strengh that
    I'm holdin
    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 off every gram cooked rap game and change gon' come like
    Sam Cook And
    Big didn't give the crown up and this means his unwilling departure still makes him king
    Cor-Mega,
    RAW forever, still born in
    Bedstuy, never ran never will
    My life is very real a tri-beam couldn't measure my skill
    The True Meaning+ who wanna bring it,
    I'm right here...