background: For the rest of my life

Intro:

Yo a man don't got nothing to die for ain't worth
living

youknowhatI'msayin? Yo I do this shit for niggas
in jail cells, niggas on

the corners hustlin'. YouknowhatI'msayin? I do
this shit from the heart

man.

Verse 1:

Yo I write rhymes for Beemers, Rovers
overachievers

O.G.s and young thugs wanna hold heaters

One love real niggas not gettin' out to make a
deal nigga

I leave a nigga head numb like Bill Snivers

Figure me out my duns pillin' Infinities out

I'm on some real shit blowin' my enemies out

If there's a thrown touchin' it I don't condone

Pocket Biggie rule forever don't get it confused,
never

My testamony will be death to a phoney MC

You wanna impress me show me a key

Or I suggest we manifest this a drug deal test

Put your coke in the water solidify the rest yeah

Never question this poetry I'm manifestin' this

Graffitti scriptured my mind paints an easy
picture

Analyse every line my scene will vandalise

Mega Montana handle mine yo at night I use to
fantasize

Triple beam scheme banana five yo my pen keep the
plan alive

I went from misdate to big H my niggas know I
keep the shit straight

Cormega talking:

Yeah ya know testaments it's like uncuut raw dope
you know? Bag this up

ship this to ever hood knowhatI'msayin' son? You
pump this on your block

this is where I stand for my clinetel you know?
Then after that we have 'em

make distribution of this, word.

Verse 2:

Yo I need stacks of green either rap or cracks to
fiends

It's mad trife I seen enditments trap my team

Yo deep thoughts supreme courts decievin' me

Trapped in the belly like the beast was
conceiving me

Thug status yo son I'm above average

When it's time for you to die does love matter?

You ain't sharing nothing payin' that and on bail
weighing nothing on scale

Nigga you stay frontin' me I got plans like
niggas who chop grams

See when I eat my niggas eat

See you wouldn't understand I'm too real for you

What you dream I live and breath which means

Don't make me have to kill you play the game

See real niggas stay the same

Y'all niggas scarred to play our change

Cause y'all forgot the streets where ya came

Shit is real yeah my words sound forbidden still

I write lines for niggas still I wipe dimes who
livin' ill

I represent excellence my minds and I my third
eye a extra clip yet to spit

So never questioned it poetry I'm manifestin' it

Graffitti filled testament

Cormega talking:

Yeah motherfuckers to east to west the money
green on your side the money

green on my side. (ha ha) Let's get it, get it
together. Nawmean? That's my

testament. That's what I stand for. Either with
me or against me. I'm out