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Corey McKay (born April 26, 1970), better known by his stage name Cormega, is an African-American rapper best known for his narratives about inner-city life, having been born in Queensbridge, Queens. Mckay is renowned for consistently producing as an independent artist, refusing to go mainstream. more »

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What's your name?
Ace
Ace
Acito?
Yeah
You live in the neighbourhood, right?
Yeah
Look, I gotta get out of here, man, I gotta get back
Uh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
(Alchemist)
I'm Lulu
What?
Lulu
This shit too easy, nigga
Okay, what kinda name is that?
I don't know, it's my name

Yeah, look, I listen to niggas' albums like, "What the f*ck all the hype about?"
Like, nigga, I can write one verse that'll wipe 'em out (no cap, huh)
Don't make me bring the '89 Tyson out (hah)
I'll get it shipped soon as that Louis Off-White come out (ha)
I dropped a bag, but I can get you blammed free (cap)
Rather pay the bands and have this shit done, that's hands-free (I dropped a bag on it)
Went from twenty-eight grams to goin' to get a tan ki (uh-huh)
Only the real street niggas gon' understand me (yeah, nigga)
I'm from where the kids don't get a new jacket in fall
Roach in the cereal and every spoon black in the drawer
Mama used crack and his pops shoot smack in his arm
He just use that, it's all of the fuel that's in these bars (woo)
Drivin' ambition, I'm focused on the goal like Kawhi in transition (ah)
Remember I sold a nigga a pie with grams missin', now I expand fishes
Nigga steal a hundred dollars, find him with his hands missin', nigga (talk to 'em)
Yeah, it's grow house when I roll a blunt (hah)
Nigga got smoked last night, he ain't been home a month (cap)
Uh, shot to the temple, that's the hole-in-one (boom, boom, boom)
With a stolen gun, and f*ck the police that he stole it from (hah)
I make a G call and the homies come (they on the way, nigga)
Big ass FN, that shit hold a drum (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
It's fucked up, I heard my man told to come home early
Your daddy a bitch, that's what I told his son 

I listen to rappers' albums, literally mad about the lack of talent
I could lyrically acid wash him, ask about me
Trifecta of respect, the streets, Rikers, and the mountains
Took a toll, I paid ten-fold, behold a man of honor
And rare persona, I exhale a air of nostalgia
Like Don D, I'm an incomparable artist
Transcends, this is a compelling performance
Uncut raw, compressed from the connect to the corner
I carry the heat, aggressive as morning, sweat drippin'
Down my chest in the sauna, majestic in aura
Indeed, you can't impress me with talkin' unless you're a lawyer
Finessin' the court, to take my people from detention to walkin'
My rhyme is a diamond inspired by pressure before it
There's a lesson in every blessin', never ignore it
There's two things I never been, on paperwork or extorted
I'm livin' my truth, no lie, Griselda and Cory, uh

Lulu, money bags
Cito, thank you
Que pasa?
Do you know this man?
No, um, but I'm here about Lulu

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