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Cosa Nostra [Explicit]
Youngs Teflon
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Blade Brown
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M1OnTheBeat
Is this how you're movin', Jackson?
Uh-huh
I put 'em on the slang and I taught 'em 'bout the sauce
Four wheel horse, how I'm motoring the sports
He just left court, now we ordering the corks
Capo send the order, now they Morgan up his corpse
You only die once, make sure the shit counts
Dinner dates with bae, eating shit I can't pronounce
I done my T days, I ain't bagging up an ounce
And if I page the sprays, they'll be tagging up your house
The semi made in Spain, but the shirt was from Dior
She know what I'm like, I ain't perfect, but I'm pure
And how am I gonna settle when I'm settlin' the score?
Racing in the truck with the pedal to the floor
Said that I'm a poet, but I came without a vooj
Going out, your missus probably tell you I'm a mood
My new shit dropped, rappers redder than some Loubs
VIP suite, she just smellin' on my oud
Came a long way counting pennies from the sofa
Now we rock the silk shirts with the penny loafers
Put 'em in the post or we put 'em on a poster
Mizzy or the glizzy, air fryer or the toaster
Counting fifty large in the morning with a mocha
This thing of ours AKA La Cosa Nostra
Should've made Vogue for them pics, but we ain't posers
Realest niggas left, ain't nobody coming closer
Despite the word Mafia getting so much attention, it is
Only rarely used by its members. Mafiosi are much more
Likely to call it Cosa Nostra, which simply means "our thing"
Yeah, they know my name when I walk up in the store (Trust)
Covered in Dior, flashbacks when I was poor (Yeah)
It was OT tours before I spat a metaphor (Yeah)
Mummy found a hundred K sitting in the drawer (Did)
Loyalty is law (Yeah), reasoning with Jimmy
What I made in a day, I could cop a couple Minis (I swear)
Million dollar worth of game, feeling like Gilly (Yeah)
Million dollar worth of 'caine, nigga, that for me (That for me)
Drop it on the killys (Yeah), everybody eats
Don't get lost in the wave, cah everybody peaks (I swear)
Product on the streets got me chilling on the beach
Just listen when I preach, this ain't something you can teach (Can't)
Just left Louis (Yeah), dropped about a mortgage (A house)
Jumped in the whip, interior is gorgeous
Baddie to my left, you can call her flawless (Yeah)
Fly a BXB, now we're smoking on the purest
Came a long way counting pennies from the sofa
Now we rock the silk shirts with the penny loafers
Put 'em in the post or we put 'em on a poster
Mizzy or the glizzy, air fryer or the toaster
Counting fifty large in the morning with a mocha
This thing of ours AKA La Cosa Nostra
Should've made Vogue for them pics, but we ain't posers
Realest niggas left, ain't nobody coming closer
The main thing is just let people talk first. Try to get as much
Out of them as you possibly can, and then you can kind of figure
It out. Like with Gotti, couple of times I had to sit down
With him, I knew that he could never believe that I was winning
So in the midst of the argument, I had to figure out what he
Really wanted and how I can get what I want, letting him think
That he got what he want. I don't know if I'm explaining that
Right, but you know, it's all about how you carry yourself
M1OnTheBeat
Is this how you're movin', Jackson?
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