Cosa Nostra

(M1OnTheBeat)

(Is this how you're moving, Jackson?)

Uh huh

I put 'em on the slang, then I 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 shit counts

Dinner dates with bae, eating shit I can't pronounce

I done my T days, I ain't baggin' up a ounce

And if I pay for sprays, they be taggin' up your house

The semi made in Spain but the shuttle's 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?

Racin' in the truck with the pedal to the floor

Said that I'm a poet but I came with out vuge

Goin' and ask your missus, probably tell you I'm a mood

My new shit 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' 50 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 **** left, ain't nobody comin' 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

Covered in Dior, flashbacks when I was poor

It was OT tours before I spat a metaphor

Mummy found 100K sitting in the drawer

Loyalty is law, reasonin' with Jimmy what I made in a day

I could cop a couple minions

Million dollar worth of game

Feelin' like Gilly

Million dollar worth of 'caine

**** dap for me

Drop it on the killies

Everybody each, don't get lost in the wave

Cah everybody peach

Product on the streets got me chillin' on the beach

Just listen when I preach, this ain't suttin you can teach

I just left Louis, dropped about a mortgage

Jumped in the whip, interior is gorgeous

Baddie to my left, you can call her Flawless

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' 50 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 **** 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 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, let him think that he got what he wanted

And I don't know if I'm explaining that right, but you know it's

It's all about how you carry yourself

(M1OnTheBeat)

(Is this how you're moving, Jackson?)