I killed her with +
The Realness+ now 
I'm bringin new life 
Prestige is an illusion people tend to lose sight 
I will always be 
Cory, youngest child of 
Dorothy My brown eyes mirrors the pure ferocity 
I slung to eat, held my first heat with curiousity 
Slept with it, rep with it, streets empower me 
I came from curses, cuffs, and suede 
Pumas To painting slums as visual as 
James Evans 
Jr. I became a criminal when few though 
I wasn't My shot wounds, my birthmarks a thug injustice 
Aint with the 
Yanks The quarters not working 
I question my purpose in life 
It must be to write, son 
I'm very determined 
I child of the ghetto like a very young 
Sherman Breed not molded, the chosen upholding unwritten laws of those behind walls closed in, picture me rollin but don't look at me differently on the strengh that 
I'm holdin 
This is Mega you never heard my chain got stolen 
I pitch like 
Randy Johnson 
Dudes needed work 
I assist like 
Magic Johnson 
Before rap my name was ringing in the projects 
We took the block and props off every gram cooked rap game and change gon' come like 
Sam Cook And 
Big didn't give the crown up and this means his unwilling departure still makes him king 
Cor-Mega, 
RAW forever, still born in 
Bedstuy, never ran never will 
My life is very real a tri-beam couldn't measure my skill 
The True Meaning+ who wanna bring it, 
I'm right here...