1st 48 - Berner, Cozmo

«Yeah, I know people who would’ve had their family all wiped out

They don’t tell lies and rat

That’s on page number one»

It’s 4 AM (blessing on that bitch, hol' up)

I’m somewhere out in Queens (Gotti)

(FOREVEROLLING) yeah

(First forty-eight, first forty-eight)

All that flexing on the 'Gram with your weapon in your hand

Thinking you the man, got your section in a jam

(First forty-eight, first forty-eight)

Yeah (first forty-eight)

Taking picks to them packs and that bread in ya safe

Got the feds on the way, that’s what led to ya case

This is as heavy as a head

That wears a crown

Is it as heavy as it’s bred?

It’s been tough to move around

And they’re plotting on my seat, last year I turned 'em down

All that short term thinking, I just raised another round

Making petty ass moves, why ya dig ya own grave?

Tryna ride my way but me and you are not the same (not at all)

You’re small-time, why you telling on yourself online?

(Online)

Like you wanna end up in a box, doing hard time (doing hard time)

Thank you for the push

The mass hits are all mine

Set down to new Cali, he weighing line at carmines

E’ry move you make is public

I bet the feds love it

I’m a boss, you’re a puppet

(Yeah, you can’t wait to boast, but really)

(First forty-eight, first forty-eight)

All that flexing on the 'Gram with your weapon in your hand

Thinking you the man, got your section in a jam

(First forty-eight, first forty-eight)

Yeah (first forty-eight)

Taking picks to them packs and that bread in ya safe

Got the feds on the way, that’s what led to ya case

You made yourself hot, and thought you were the shit

Give everybody bags, to them you just a trick (just a trick)

To me, you’re just a lick, you showered me with gifts

Just a backdoor, you thought that you were slick (that ain’t it)

I just play it dumb and let you burn your hand

You’re the trashman, yeah, them bags are all the same

I’m pulling up (I'm pulling up)

Looking like food

You work with everyone, your name is everywhere, it ain’t cool

You’re a middleman, better watch how you move (watch how you move)

Before you make the news, loose lips sink ships

I thought you knew the rules?

(I thought you knew)

Make another poster looking like a fool, I’m old-school

(Yeah, I swear to God, man)

(First forty-eight, first forty-eight)

All that flexing on the 'Gram with your weapon in your hand

Thinking you the man, got your section in a jam

(First forty-eight, first forty-eight)

Yeah (first forty-eight)

Taking picks to them packs and that bread in ya safe

Got the feds on the way, that’s what led to ya case (first forty-eight)