[Cormega]

My moms put me on this Earth for one purpose to rep

I love life too much to keep flirting with death

I swallow my pride

I no longer thirst success

The things we can't change we must learn to accept

They say money's the root of evil

Sadly your own family tree won't feed you or help your seed bloom

Yet they constantly gossip like they exceed you

Don't talk about it be about it

I speak truth

My knowledge of the street grew

As did my desire for jeeps and coupes and heat where rapid fire plagued my youth

I paid my dues in math to survival

Rappers are liars my factual rhyming surpasses my rivals are in massive denial

Talent defines me like Mark Jackson on the fast break the past is behind me