Corleone (feat. 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 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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, f*ck 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