(feat. Dona) [Cormega] I'm filled with optimism as I write a composition That might ease the hunger pains that'll keep me out of prison Some claim they use to hustle in they verses I'm cursed with a past addiction, of getting paid off crack addictions Glad I'm living, **** changed I'm looking at flicks of fam who's missing Some angels, some in prison Sending letters to they girl, who endeavor in the world And like it or not, seeks pleasures of the world I'm fighting with my conscience, like rival gangs in Compton Cuz I don't like a person, should I refrain or pop him? I write the trifest verses, in the hood I'm like a prophet trying to fight the serpent And live a thug life, I'm determined To get right like Tony but I don't sniff white I hit mics straight up, no cut, my flow just Improving, hip-hop is in a state of disillusion And I'm a infiltrate the weak Like my rhyme invigorates the beat, like my nine intimidates the street My mind is deeper than wounds inflicted when I blaze my heat It was predicted I would come from the slums And show these fake ****** how it's done, uh.. [Hook x2: Dona] For years ****** glorified the ill criminal life, Personified I'm just trying to do me, stay alive Get money, keep my family tight Legal Hustle till I die.. [Dona] I remember rocking the same jeans for the whole weak Staring at my mother, watching her drink her misery Nothing for me to do, God'll see us through In the ghetto everybody's not me or you I'm strong minded, the rest is blinded Even through the darkest nights I shine like a diamond Baby's crying, dogs barking, in the background you can hear Marvin Singing the blues, some fights you win or you lose To tell you the truth, I ain't into losing This is a ghetto reunion, all my ****** is here I swear, I wish my grandpops was here To see his baby girl on top In Heaven, I know you watching, the **** don't stop Biggie and Pac, remember, forever We all play hard together, let's get money together.. [Hook x4: Dona]
(feat. Dona) [Cormega] I'm filled with optimism as I write a composition That might ease the hunger pains that'll keep me out of prison Some claim they use to hustle in they verses I'm cursed with a past addiction, of getting paid off crack addictions Glad I'm living, **** changed I'm looking at flicks of fam who's missing Some angels, some in prison Sending letters to they girl, who endeavor in the world And like it or not, seeks pleasures of the world I'm fighting with my conscience, like rival gangs in Compton Cuz I don't like a person, should I refrain or pop him? I write the trifest verses, in the hood I'm like a prophet trying to fight the serpent And live a thug life, I'm determined To get right like Tony but I don't sniff white I hit mics straight up, no cut, my flow just Improving, hip-hop is in a state of disillusion And I'm a infiltrate the weak Like my rhyme invigorates the beat, like my nine intimidates the street My mind is deeper than wounds inflicted when I blaze my heat It was predicted I would come from the slums And show these fake ****** how it's done, uh.. [Hook x2: Dona] For years ****** glorified the ill criminal life, Personified I'm just trying to do me, stay alive Get money, keep my family tight Legal Hustle till I die.. [Dona] I remember rocking the same jeans for the whole weak Staring at my mother, watching her drink her misery Nothing for me to do, God'll see us through In the ghetto everybody's not me or you I'm strong minded, the rest is blinded Even through the darkest nights I shine like a diamond Baby's crying, dogs barking, in the background you can hear Marvin Singing the blues, some fights you win or you lose To tell you the truth, I ain't into losing This is a ghetto reunion, all my ****** is here I swear, I wish my grandpops was here To see his baby girl on top In Heaven, I know you watching, the **** don't stop Biggie and Pac, remember, forever We all play hard together, let's get money together.. [Hook x4: Dona]
