Luyện nghe bài hát Introspective

I her with the realness now I'm bringing her life
Prestige is an illusion people tend to lose
I will always be cory, child of Dorothy
My brown eyes the pure ferocity

I slung the E, my first heat with curiosity
Slept with it, rep with it, empower me
I came from curses, cuffs, and suede
To slums as visual as James Evans Jr

I became a when few though I wasn't
My shot wounds, my a thug injustice and with the yanks
The quarters not working I question my purpose in
It must be to write, son I'm very
I child of the ghetto like a young Sherman
Bread not molding, the chosen

Unwritten of those behind walls closed in, picture me rolling
But don't at me differently on the strength that I'm holding
This is mega you never my chain got stolen
I pitch like Johnson
needed work I assist like Magic Johnson

Before rap my name was in the projects
We took the block and props of every gram
The rap game a change gon' come like Sam
And big didn't give the crown up and means

His departure still makes him king
Cormega, will forever still born in bedstuy, never ran never
My life is very real a couldn't measure my skill
Or true meaning who bring it, I'm right here