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(M10nTheBeat) (Is this how you're moving, Jackson?) Uh-huh I put 'em on the slang, then taught 'em 'bout the source Four-wheel horse how I'm motorin' the sports He just left court, now he orderin' a corpse Capo sent the order, now they morgue'ing up his corpse You only die once, make sure the sh*t counts Dinner dates with bae, eatin' sh*t I can't pronounce I done my T days, I ain't baggin' up a ounce And if pay for sprays, they be taggin' up your house The semi made in Spain, but the shuttle's from Dior Shе know what I'm like, I ain't perfect, but I'm purе And how am I gonna settle when I'm settlin' the score? Racin' in the truck with the pedal to the floor Said that I'm a poet, but I came without a vuge Goin' and ask your missus, probably tell you I'm a mood My new sh*t drop, rappers redder than some Loubs VIP suite, she just smellin' on my ood Came a long way, countin' pennies from the sofa Now we rock the silk shirts with the penny loafers Put him in the post or we put him on a poster Mizzy or the glizzy, air fryer or the toaster Countin' fifty large in the mornin' with a mocha This thing of ours A.K.A. la Cosa Nostra Shoulda made Vogue for them pics, but we ain't posers Realest n***as left, ain't nobody comin' closer Despite the word "mafia" gettin' 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 It was OT tours before spat a metaphor (Yeah) Mummy found a hundred K sittin' in the drawer (She did) Loyalty is law (Yeah) Reasonin' with Jimmy what I made in a day I could cop a couple minions (I swear) Million dollar worth of game Feelin' like Gilly (Yeah) Million dollar worth of 'caine N***a, dap for me (Dap for me) Drop it on the killies (Yeah) Everybody each, don't get lost in the wave Cah everybody peach (I swear) Product on the streets got me chillin' on the beach Just listen when I preach, this ain't somethin' you can teach (Can't) I 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 BXB, now we're smokin' on the purest Came a long way, countin' pennies from the sofa Now we rock the silk shirts with the penny loafers Put him in the post or we put him on a poster Mizzy or the glizzy, air fryer or the toaster Countin' fifty large in the mornin' with a mocha This thing of ours A.K.A. la Cosa Nostra Shoulda made Vogue for them pics, but we ain't posers Realest n***as left, ain't nobody comin' 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 kinda figure it out Like with Gotti, a couple of times I had to sit down with him I knew that he could never believe that I was winnin' So in the midst of the argument, had to figure out what he really wanted And how I can get what I want, let him think that he got what he wanted And I don't know if I'm explainin' that right, but you know it's It's all about how you carry yourself (M10nTheBeat) (Is this how you're moving, Jackson?)
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