"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 4:00 a.m. (blessin' on that bitch, hol' up)
I'm somewhere out in Queens (Gotti)
(FOREVEROLLING) yeah
(First 48, first 48)
All that flexin' on the 'Gram wit' yo' weapon in your hand
Thinkin' you the man, got your section in a jam
(First 48, first 48)
Yeah (first 48)
Takin' 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 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 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 48, first 48)
All that flexin' on the 'Gram wit' yo' weapon in your hand
Thinkin' you the man, got your section in a jam
(First 48, first 48)
Yeah (first 48)
Takin' 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 pullin' up (I'm pullin' up)
Lookin' 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 lookin' like a fool, I'm old-school
(Yeah, I swear to God, man)
(First 48, first 48)
All that flexin' on the 'Gram wit' yo' weapon in your hand
Thinkin' you the man, got your section in a jam
(First 48, first 48)
Yeah (first 48)
Takin' picks to them packs and that bread in ya safe
Got the feds on the way, that's what led to ya case (first 48)