- Cormega Glory Days 歌詞
- Cormega
- [Mega] Yea
Spank, what up my nigga [Spank]
Sup, baby whats happenin [Mega]
Yo son man, look at this shit man times be fuckin changin man
Know what
Im sayin man
I wish we just go back sometimes
You know what
I mean [Spank]
No doubt son, you know we all wish that man, but we goin through transition right now baby [Mega]
Son as long as
I got my niggas with me
But let me reminisce yo [Cormega]
Im about to take your minds on a trip
Cuz everytime
I rhyme I kick
The Realness
Remember niggas used to take gold frames and snatch chains
Infact that changed, cuz the error of the crack game was real
Mad nights,
I used to daydream
Wishin I could be the next
Alpo? or preme? for
Fort green?
I used to be magnetized to fly rides
Had a scheme to get my cream and eventually rise
I became a little nigga gettin money type often
Livin the ill life, sportin
Nike Delta forces
I saw Scarface and got my first taste for power
I never knew grams of powder could make bags of dollars
I spent hours writin graffiti
And niggas like
Smitty made gettin rich look real easy
Remember when...
Damn son you takin a nigga back right now [ Chorus]
Yo, to all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essence
Facing fed time or in a pearl white
Lexus Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analize
Cause nothin moves faster than the hands of time [Cormega]
And I rememberwhen the whole drug game was hot
Son a cop got shot, in
Southside
Queens And tactical narcotics teams making headlines
Being big time could get you fed time
Undercover vibe, pouring out just like red wine
Mega keys, gettin
Cs bout
Ds I heard stories bout bulletproof 300
Es Yo the mind of a analist is mine so handle it
The way I right rhymes, considered a gift
I used to wish that
I could be fly like
Black Trent
Rockin Fi-las, rhyme was the thing
I couldnt de-ny
I used to read about supplies gettin busted
Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with
D.A.s, minds corrupted
The feds estimated
Fat Cat was gettin millions
Black Rody was the richest nigga in my building
Remember when...
Yea son was doing his thing [Chorus] [Cormega]
Before my story ends, rest in peace to
Killa Ben
And live niggas memories you live again
Sometimes
I close my eyes and just reminisce
And wonder how alotta cats got so rich
I cant forget
RK, he introduced lots of loose rocks
A few cops, and analyse sales from rooftops, yea
You shoulda seen the deez when
Will bought the red 3-
Roller Memories of those days are golden
Yea, for all my ghetto legends
Ever burrough, all my niggas who was thorough
Yea, knah mean [Cormega talking]
Know what
Im sayin son
Niggas was holdin it down back then
Fat Cat, Tony
Montana, Big
Wall, Queen
Niggas for the team
Motherfuckin my man
Supreme Magnetic and
Fort Green?
All them Brooklyn niggas
Alpo? and all them mobstyle niggas doin it uptown
Boy George all them
Bronx niggas
Niggas was seein money back then son
The Glory
Days, know what
Im sayin
Yall niggas know what
Im talkin bout, word
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