Corleone ft. Jay Leone

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