[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, shit 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 niggaz how it`s done, uh..
[Hook: Dona (2X)]
For years niggaz 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 niggaz is here
I swear, I wish my grandpops was here
to see his baby girl on top
in Heaven, I know you watching, the shit don`t stop
Biggie and Pac, remember, forever
we all play hard together, let`s get money together..
[Hook: Dona (4X)]
