🎵 Corleone // by Bertomac

3 ContributorsCorleone Lyrics [Intro: blancoBLK] Black Corleone, haha [Verse 1: blancoBLK] I was born into this shit, circa 1998 Got niggas up at the gate prepared to retaliate Got a problem? Let's resolve it with my sniper to your chest Niggas, they stay obsessed with my style, I'm not impressed I'm the best I bet you already knew that, so tell your crew that They can come thru, Thomas Avenue that I swear these niggas blue, black, knick-knack paddywhack Give the dog a bone, rewrite your raps, here's some feedback Oh crap! It's the fucking Ritner Soundtrack And every time the beat drops, you get the hunchback Blackjack, got niggas look like sad sacks Murder scene in the steakhouse, Outback My rhymes alone are hardcore, Jeffrey Dahmer shit I'm on that comma shit, sippin' Arnold Palmer shit No father figure, real nigga, I'm on that kinda shit I guess no one warned you niggas, I'm a baller, bitch [Verse 2: Bertomac] Call me Corleone with the slick back Gonna bring '97 back with the hashtag What's that mean to me when I am supreme I am a G, I am a King You can't stop it now, bow down to the punisher Dream shatterers, skills put to practice Everlasting tactics, I fuckin' fuckin' had it Hip-hop ain't a place for silly rabbits [Verse 3: blancoBLK] Oochie wally, wally, oochie bang, bang Niggas, they know about me Me and the whole gang We cruise in Lamborghinis You niggas Mustang Got your chump change and your dreams in a piggy bank They call me the Trap Biggie, Trizzy Trae on the track The track is trash without Trizzy, everyone else is whack Incomparable lyrical miracle, yes I'm that Anyone wanna object? Cash me ousside, how bow dah? Bitch, I don't need a feature, I don't need Future I am the future Flow so dirty, call it kama sutra Gimme a booster Niggas, wake up, cock-a-doodle-doo rooster Cock it and shoot ya Squad so deep, they call me the ruler The Black Corleone Yup, I'm dangerous, I'm made for this Maybe it's the reason niggas hate, I'm high maintenance My style legitimate Got limits for the ignorance Bow down to the K.O. Double H, bitch I'm infamous [Verse 4: Bertomac] Call my name out, better get to running Got the machine gun pumping lead Straight to ya little homie head I'm a convict, no need for an accomplice Popping perfect pink pussy, I demolish (Whoa, whoa) Ya baby mama a (Hoe Hoe) Love when she deepthroat Scandalous sex in a chokehold Mind on my money, so I won't fold Sorry to my hometown homies, but my soul's sold