1st 48 Songtext

(John Gotti)
"I know people whould've had their families all wiped out
They don't tell lies and, that's on page number one"

Gotti

(Berner)
It's 4 am
(Blessin' on that bitch, hol' up)
I'm somewhere out in Queens
(Gotti)

(Foreverrolling)
Yeah

(1st 48, 1st 48)
(Cozmo)
All that flexin' on the Gram wit' your weapon in your hand, thinking you da man got your section in jam
(1st 48, 1st 48, yeah, 1st 48)
Taking pics of the packs and that bread in your safe, got the feds on the way, that's what led to your case

(Berner)
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 plottin' on my seat
Last year I turned em down
All that short term thinkin, 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 tellin on yourself online?
Like you wanna end up in a box, doing hard time
Thank you for the push
The mass hits are all mine
Sit downs in Lucali
They wait in 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-)

(1st 48, 1st 48)
(Cozmo)
All that flexin' on the Gram wit' your weapon in your hand, thinking you da man got your section in jam
(1st 48, 1st 48, yeah, 1st 48)
Taking pics of the packs and that bread in your safe, got the feds on the way, that's what led to your case

(Berner)
You made yourself hot and thought you were the shit
Gave everybody bags, to them you're just a trick
To me you're just a lick, you shower me with gifts
Just a backdoor, you thought that you was slick
I just play dumb, and let you burn your hand
You're da trashman, yeah them bags are all the same
I'm pulling up, looking like food
You work with everyone, you're name is everywhere, it ain't cool
You're a middle man, better watch how you move
Before you make the news
Loose lips sinks ships, I thought you knew the rules
Make another poster lookin like a fool, I'm old school

(Yeah, I swear to God man)

(1st 48, 1st 48)
(Cozmo)
All that flexin' on the Gram wit' your weapon in your hand, thinking you da man got your section in jam
(1st 48, 1st 48, yeah, 1st 48)
Taking pics of the packs and that bread in your safe, got the feds on the way, that's what led to your case
(Berner)
(1st 48)
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