Corleone ft. Jay Leone Lyrics

Feed me scriptions, put the chronic in my lungs

Been a smoker since a rapper, I can feel it on my tongue

And I need fuel to keep me faded, since I'm rationing my funds

And I'm just sick of sleeping solo when this life is full of mun-

dane things, shit, I just throw em at the pin

Fill a lining with a brining harsh enough to burn the skin

All the bile in the body melts away in plastic bins

And now the blood on top my finger leave a life that's looking grim

What's the motherfucking truth? I've been famous since a youth

Heard my rhythms by the stage, the way they lost inside the loop

I killed the only side of light that might reflect upon the moon

For I push em with my pumas and they scatter from the roof

Bitch you bit down with a tooth and now the roots not in your chance

How they break away with struggle like a tussle in a dance

And my motherfucking fiction ain't a lie, just over planned

So don't go diving in too deeply or your face might smack cement, but

I'm still aiming and it's higher than the rooftops

Keep on pulling on my swagger like a tube-sock

King shit, everybody hitting on my phone

Feeling like the godfather in my city, Corleone

But you know, oh, how I really gotta live

Yeah, you get it, how we really gotta trip, oh

Stumble over on my shakin' of a fifth

Filled the bottle with a passion, shook it up and grabbed a brick, yeah

I'm still aiming and it's higher than the rooftops

Keep on pulling on my swagger like a tube-sock

King shit, everybody hitting on my phone

Feeling like the godfather in my city, Corleone

But you know, oh, how I really gotta live

Yeah, you get it, how we really gotta trip, oh

Stumble over on my shakin' of a fifth

Filled the bottle with a passion, shook it up and grabbed a brick, yeah

I don't know why

N****s chatting shit, but they don't go by

I don't give a fuck about them n****s, and they know why

Getting dressed up in the crib, now I'm so fly

I just bill another zoobie, now I'm so high

Tryna waste the time, let it go by

Bitches fuck with bitches, tryna go bi

Ayy, shook it up and grabbed the brick

Shout out Nasty Nags, we up in this bitch

Brothers getting money, I'll be getting mine

Baby, fuck the feelings, I can't get in mine

I done 20 plus years on these cold roads

Coming up, n****s repping for my postcode

I'm still aiming and it's higher than the rooftops

Keep on pulling on my swagger like a tube-sock

King shit, everybody hitting on my phone

Feeling like the godfather in my city, Corleone

But you know, oh, how I really gotta live

Yeah, you get it, how we really gotta trip, oh

Stumble over on my shakin' of a fifth

Filled the bottle with a passion, shook it up and grabbed a brick, yeah

I'm still aiming and it's higher than the rooftops

Keep on pulling on my swagger like a tube-sock

King shit, everybody hitting on my phone

Feeling like the godfather in my city, Corleone

But you know, oh, how I really gotta live

Yeah, you get it, how we really gotta trip, oh

Stumble over on my shakin' of a fifth

Filled the bottle with a passion, shook it up and grabbed a brick, yeah