Corleon Lyrics

Set the tone for my last name

Didn't need to score on my pass game

Being rich past fame

Got me in a glass frame

Like how they put me in a box

I was livin in a box

Wishin for a Megan fox

While I'm hiding from the cops

With it hanging out my waistband

Gotta take stands for this wasteland

On the chase man

And ever since

I've been staples like I'm Vince

And I ain't been the same ever since

Big changes

Cigarette phases

And internet faces

Tryna find cases on my name

So they can throw my shit in my vein

So I'll have to take all the blame

And then I'll take the train

To try and ease all the pain

And maybe seize the day

With my ex tryna beat my grave

My life already went to shit no need to save

I'm hardly ever present co dependent ima need to break

Traditions that been listed and listened since early days

Her eyes glistened in distance before submitting submission then

I stood her up for some mission

I miss em

This was back when we called Riv a haze

When backpacks were filled snacks instead of stacks and stashed from the chase

Evade a home invade just move away

There's moves to make and backs to break and tombs to praise

Sour moods turn to sour tastes how we sound the same

This cells inane

The will to make it out without an ounce of doubt you're almost bound to stay

Staying still till I'm sound at bay

Son of martians subject to their conflict

Boy I'm out my brain

I'm comin for that shit like junkie honeys

When they outta Cain

The powder pain

The purple power

Blow ya brain

I'll put you down

Dawg don't play wit me

I'm in the Whitney whip get out my way

I made my way out a maze they still amazed

Gold chains and black suits wit cocaine

She hurt her nose and she was fuckin up her brain too

Dead man just pull up in a strange coupe

Me and riv the same two on something new

WMGM we twice as wavy as you

I got a cinnamon bitch and a almond one too

Forget the gentlemen shit I'm a dog on the loose

Corleon corleon

Why don't you answer the phone

I'm smoking doja in ya dojo

What you thought I was on

What you thought I was on

Bitch

Fuck you thought I was on

It's that young muthafucka with the crazy hair

To make it clear muthafucka it's that WAVYRARE

I think fear is a product they created well

I know it is seein I'm an angel came from hell

I got

Two missed calls on my cell phone

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Two missed calls on my cell phone

Two missed calls on my cellular phone