Cormega - Built For This Lyrics
It's time to separate the rookies from vetsPussies from threats, truth and liesSupplies from dealers and deathIm feeling this, I'm young and ruthlessStatus unmatched undisputed, some assumingMy destiny to rep these streetsI'M BUILT FOR THISThe will is too strongFeel this numb from dealing too longIts real count ya friends when you onMy pen is visual I'm real, men are miserableI feel the tension growingYou hold a grudge, a 45 with infra holding no loveHungry like my ribs are showing, as if you didn't noticeI spit the potent, uncut raw my mind is pure ferociousLike a shark I tear you open cut you blood in my oceanMy pen it ghost people, like dope needlesWhen I rhyme theres no equalThe flow will freeze you, like medusa stair I'm so lethalObvious I'm a vill, with odds against meLike Rasheed Wallace its hard to stick meI'M BUILT FOR THISIn the street, I'm powerful if shit gets dirty30-30 clips will shower, you exist cause I allow you to liveI concord you, I kinda knew you was weakI can see how cowards doI write epic facing a scholar, question my life expectantMy essence is getting money, my oral life, LexusOn the mic I'm relentlence, prosude the perfectionYa new connect for pure, uncut raw - whatI caught a rush when ever my palms clutch a gun, pen or a kiOr a dyme satisfy my every needI write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga iller then meSome smile at my face, yet they still against meI ??? the fake, never sleep or denie death for wasteOr compisate in the presence of snakesWhen & where and time I'm measuring weightYou destine to think or where does he get this paper, son we nearly extinctI realized that when burring spank, the real will parish ya lifeConceal evidence my rhyme skill is exelentM - for the manE - executionerG - get moneyA - all my niggas movin upI'M BUILT FOR THISFor real its in me, like R. K ill make you feel the big heatThe illest is me, the drug dealer empties semi-auto I conceal on these streetsTo uphold the kiss of death and try to deal ki's and snort blowYou cant replace meI live the rhyme I visualize, you aint real I see it in ya eyesI spit nines, weight coke on scales thats digitalizedThe realness I live and die, the streets I impitalize the trife lifeI rock juels with ice, verbally I bruise micsMega live it I'm ghetto, my shit is chromed outGive me a pen and watch a nigga zone outI can't believe the shit I spit is from my own mouth
