La Cosa Nostra

(Ghosty) The industry niggas keep talkin' bout M's in their raps Little nigga you could never make no M's in the trap Why put skengs in your rap if you don't spend it on waps? When I'm blendin' the pack, 10/10, no sendin' it back The cheque you're talkin' 'bout, that's industry, not in the streets I'm calm with pairs but I swear a hundred's in my reach Before I rap, I spun the block before I spin the beat You ain't heard that spinner beat, slip get somethin' in between These niggas culture vultures, we la cosa nostra Think you're tapped into the streets but we're a little closer Money, juggin', hoes, drama, that's my daily rota' G63 AMG, that's my daily motor Don't know if I'll make that bookin', I was in the kitchen cookin' Might just use your bitch for lookout, thousand, it was raw I took out Know the lies I see them put out, little flame they soon get put out I'm one foot in, I'm one foot out, me and B then it's a cookout Turn it up, apply the pressure, .45 that's by the dresser All these rappers cappers, I should put them on a lie detector She's rollin' with a seven figure nigga when you tried to text her Yeah she got a couple bags, I'll f*ck around and buy her extra And that's just on a normal day, I told you that that corner pays Everybody's flexin', they just do it in a corny way Just calm it down my little G, can't wait to give this corn away Closed show them all the way, the steamer off the sauna way She wanna go to Novikov, I take her to the block to meet the killers Real trap boy, if I use the boss it's cheaper dinners Tryna put them man to sleep but never sleep around the spinners Niggas lyin' in their lyrics, you weren't buyin' any brizzys Trap jumpin' now and I still f*ck with company house F*ck it, add another ounce, it's in the Pyrex jumpin' round Then I hurry home And why them niggas cheatin' with them funny stones? Kettle and a necklace, not too long I spent one hun' on roads