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M1 on the beat. Is this how you're moving, Jakson? Uh-huh. I put 'em on the slang and I taught 'em 'bout the sauce Four wheel horse, I'm motoring the sports He just left court, Now we ordering the corpse Capo sent the order, Now they morguing 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 bagging up an ounce And if I paid the sprays, they'll be tagging up your House This semi made in Spain but the shirt Was 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 settling the score? Racing in the truck with the pedal to the Floor Said that I'm a poet but I came Without a vouge Go and ask your missus, probably Tell you I'm a mood My new shit dropped, Rappers redder than salubes VIP suite, She just smelling on my oud Came a long Way counting pennies from the sofa Now we rock The silk shirts with the penny loafers Put 'em In the post or we put 'em on a Poster Mizzy or the glizzy, air fryer or the Toaster Counting fifty large in the morning with a Mocha This thing of ours AKA La Cosa Nostra Should've made Vogue for them pics but we ain't Posers Realest niggas left, ain't nobody coming Closer But 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 a hundred K sitting in The drawer Loyalty is law, reasoning with Jimmy What I made in a day, I could cop a Couple Minis Million dollar worth of game, Feeling like Gilly Million dollar worth of 'caine, Nigga, that's for me Drop it on the Achilles, Everybody eats Don't get lost in the wave 'cah Everybody peeps Product on the streets got me Chilling on the beach Just listen when I preach, This ain't something you can teach Just left Louis, Dropped about a mortgage Jumped in the whip, Interior is gorgeous Baddie to my left, You can call her flawless Fly a BXP, Now we're smoking on the purest We came a Long way counting pennies from the sofa Now we Rock the silk shirts with the penny loafers Put 'em in the post or we put 'em on A poster Mizzy or the glizzy, air fryer or The toaster Counting fifty large in the morning with A mocha This thing of ours AKA La Cosa Nostra Should've made Vogue for them pics but we Ain't posers Realest niggas left, ain't nobody Coming 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 kind of 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, letting him think That he got what he want. I don't know if I'm explaining that right, but It's all about how you carry yourself. M1 on The Beat. Is this how you're moving, Jakson?