D.U. (Divine Unity)

[Verse 1: Nature] Typing my life on a Blackberry keypad Nigga from the street Nigga get the street feedback Nigga pitching crack Nigga could have won a Cy Young So I attack cause the good niggas die young I never try nigga all I do is triumph Weed in my hand nigga David and Goliath Praying to God the oil spills will dry up While we looking for millionaires to tie up Me and Mega so close we like twins nigga Reporting news like it's 1010 Wins Around the way Big Willy's going MIA And I ain't talking about Florida, bodies decay When I be drunk never stumbling on that pink rosé [?] police are shootin' with me that won't think to aim And when the smoke clears you get it the worst way Rest in peace all of y'all I'm a get the shirts made, motherfuckers [Verse 2: Cormega] Sometimes it seems like there's no more real niggas So-called real niggas told on real niggas Had shit sewn, parole-holds hem niggas Ain't green with envy that's state greens they still biddin' In the beast's abdomen sleep is hazardous When you share air with dealers, fiends and savages Freedom is every nigga dream even when life challenges I'd rather be here than eating three squares and circle in the yard As a man it hurts you even more to know before a visit they search a nigga mom's Or thinking who's sleeping with your girl in his arms Out of sight, out of mind, it's like the world disregards you This is food for thought, never will I starve you Lies mean nothing ever since I found truth I stay clear of snakeheads with venomous thoughts Poison your mind, resist if you're mentally strong [Intermezzo] If we had more unity out here man, we'd be unstopable Like nobody, nobody in the world could fuck with us I don't think anybody know that though [Verse 3: Nature] Under the seven train by the magazine store Rikers Island bus stop niggas get the Queens tour Starting with the hood bulletproof the whole city up Dirty money on the table niggas try to willy up Some niggas testify, walk the streets petrified Paranoid niggas stay smoking on them pesticides I never lie, use gunshots to rectify Two wrongs don't make it right nigga better change your life [Verse 4: Cormega] You know how I give it up Replace hate with the love Death comes to all Might as well live it up Every man has a purpose I'm here to crush the mic It's addictive, when I'm near it I feel a rush The same faces that frown when a nigga up Smile when a nigga down That's what they really want To throw salt in the wound, I'm in the cut I lost more grams cooking up than they picking up