Introspective

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...