Cormega Freestyle

[Cormega] What up son? It's Mega Tony Touch, what the deal dunn-dunn Yo yo yo yo yo When I die remember me for fly jewels, nines, and Hennessy Tropical weed, Rovers, Beamers, Infinitis Dun, I'mma drop it, consider me a ghetto prophet (why?) I could write trife or recite a mellow topic (true) In the streets, I had to maintain self Son I packed enough heat to make thermometers melt The trife life, I seen a lot of faces I hated I exist in a cypher where drug dealers are livin' it More niggas are prisoned nowadays, we livin' fouler ways The whole hood is in a marijuana daze I know the power of a dollar saved Son I'm young, but I'm out for the cash the old-timers crave Back in the day dope king, sweeter than Alizé Now it take forever and a day I used to measure grams, but now I got better plans Drivin a fuckin' Navigator in the desert sands I never ran and never will, get outta hand and Mega will Send a missle at your chest and mad red'll spill Cuz I'm exalted from words spoken cautious Seen some other bigger drug dealer blowin fortunes In back rooms, niggas be sniffin like vaccuums Reminisce to '88, the year crack ruled They had Nike Delta Forces pumpin' clear capsules Five for forty, had fiends like "I only rob for shorty" My story real than yours, imaginated, fabricated I'm Mega Montana, drama and retaliation, what nigga what? BIOTCH! Ha ha ha