Stay Up - Cormega.mp3

[00:12.21](feat. Kira)
[00:12.42][Cormega]
[00:17.49]I went to catchin' cases to buyin' cases of Don flyin' places
[00:21.24]From metal bracelets, to diamond bracelets
[00:23.55]From ghetto pavements, to hotter ways with
[00:25.68]My own private acre, I'm movin' up like the Jeffersons
[00:29.22]Drivin' spaceships, like the Jetsons, my mic
[00:31.86]Conseption is deep
[00:33.15]Like my conseption, my life was tested, numerous times
[00:36.36]Like Judas, the father's rudest child
[00:38.49]Only a winner could lose with a smile, refusin' to bow
[00:41.49]Even the critics of Cormega, enthusiast now
[00:44.46]As well the SL-5, watch how the roof come down
[00:47.34]When Sammy come through, you know how the crew get down
[00:51.33]We no longer have to move bricks now
[00:53.76]Rainy days are brighter when the jewels are out
[00:56.49]And we only dealin' with people, showin' true love now
[00:59.55]Dedicate to every one who grew up hard
[01:03.09]Sky's the limit, reach for the stars
[01:05.58][Chorus: Kira]
[01:05.94]I had to let it go, I had to let it start a change
[01:11.70]It ain't, the same no more, no more, no it ain't
[01:17.61]Harder times has gone away, say goodbye to heartaches
[01:25.11]Livin' in the ghetto... livin' in the ghetto
[01:29.07][Cormega]
[01:29.49]I got a daughter to raise, I thought that the game was honorable
[01:32.79]Til Porter was slain, when Magic and Jordan were playin'
[01:35.43]Ballers were famous, they aura made us, hug corners daily
[01:39.27]Similar to the fiends we serve daily
[01:41.64]No more sleepin', my eyes, son, I see the world clearly
[01:44.43]Whether the projects depths, or the seed of a six series
[01:47.55]As I breeze through the city, rockin' Annie Vezel and Pennies
[01:50.49]I realize people who feel me, are the reason, I mean it sincerely
[01:54.42]I can never lose the love of the streets, that endeared me
[01:57.21]Throughout my adoloscent years, slingin' packs daily
[02:00.15]Reminiscin' people who cash yearly
[02:02.37]While starin' at pictures, wishin' they was here with me
[02:05.31]Like my mans who kept it real with me
[02:07.62]We been through hard times, now we sittin' in hard rides
[02:10.35]We ain't hard to find, we either
[02:12.33]At the crab, going hard in Live
[02:14.67]Or on the block, chillin' right outside
[02:30.60][Chorus]
[02:32.43][Cormega]
[02:41.40]Sometimes I sit inside my residence, and I just think
[02:44.46]Of my life, and the situations I might face
[02:47.64]Ain't too many real niggaz, is my kind extinct
[02:50.70]I'm alive, yet a part of me, died with Spank
[02:53.46]I'm still in the game, relentless when my pen hits
[02:56.07]The paper with a vengeance, the essence of the ghetto
[02:59.13]I live it, the realness, straight out the street
[03:01.44]Alotta schemes were laid down, children were leavin' playgrounds
[03:04.35]Cuz dealer squeeze a tre' pound, uh
[03:06.33]No m.c. could get in my area
[03:08.94]Lyrically, few will ever meet the criteria
[03:11.82]I'm clearly a superior breed, like a terriar
[03:15.27]Right here in the streets, where rappers scared to come
[03:17.79][Chorus]