The Alchemist - Who Can I Trust lyrics

Cormega: yo Lil Wayne: whats up Cormega: that gangster sh** Lil Wayne: for real , for realla siht Guerilla war Lil Wayne: yo Hot Boy: guerilla war what What Guerilla war what For real , hot boys n***as (verse one : cormega) I write rhymes for n***as at nighttime Consider your life mines Whether you pumping five packs or five pies Montana living it my persona imminent Real n***as don't keep beef we finish it No retreat no surrendering No rocking me to sleep I keep the heat up in my premises A whole different level of rhymes Several of my competitors tried Coming better than mines Verbally in way ahead of my time Mega in glamourized through words Son in living off the dimes you served Staying focused keeping an eye open for stray vultures Everybody got to go every day is a day closer I'm soaking in my sofa Reminiscing Tony coked up Life is f**ed up Even when you blow up (Chorus) Lil Wayne: Who can you trust? Cormega: Only a few and my nine I bust Lil Wayne: What do you lust Cormega: The money and the power n***a Lil Wayne : Who you respect Cormega : All my n***as that's no longer with us And all the drug kingpins that showed us how to get it (2 times) (Verse two : Cormega) Who the nicest n***a spitting the trife sh** Ghetto drama saga is for n***as wit indictments Flipping white sh** Screaming f** the feds Squeezing your heat at police Till you come to your hospital bed Thug general Write rhymes for criminals to listen to If you ain't real my sh** ain't even meant for you My pen stains the paper like blood My mind is like a nine and my rhymes are like a slug Before I snitch like a b**h Id rather die like a thug If they arraign me for banging I throw my signal at the judge I'm almighty Defy me till these four fours beside me Red light to guide me to your vital point With my heater I anoint You a second from d**h My only regret that I emptied out my whole clip Being sulk beyotch (Chorus) (Verse three : Cormega) To my thugs Its unconditional love I'm giving you I've been in and out the motherf**ing system too Hunger pains when I was younger made me ready to face Consequences of life the street fed me Ready rock chopped the punk that bought my high top dunks And crack fiends sold me a baby Nah.. Hold up This ain't some sh** I just made up in a rhyme this the realness In a reflection of a sinner I spit Yo feel this My name alone have me maintaning a phone On a come thru, not to mention a banger I own Ain't nothing new why the f** would I front for you I'm a felony offender you showing your jealousy n***a (Chorus) Cormega: Who can I trust, who can I trust, word up n***a Lil Wayne: Hot boy n***a, cash money n***a, guerilla war n***a Get it right and keep it right You need to be down to get up Cormega: Yeah n***a