Berner - 1st 48 Lyrics

Yeah, I know people who would've had their family all wiped out
They don't tell lies and, and rat
That's, that's on page number one (Gotti)

It's 4:00 a.M.
(Flexing on that bitch, hold up)
I'm somewhere out in Queens (Gotti)
(Foreverolling) yeah

First 48, first 48
All that flexin' on the 'Gram wit' your weapon in your hand
Thinkin' you the man, got your section in a jam
First 48, first 48
Yeah, first 48
Takin' picks of them packs and that bread in ya safe
Got the feds on the way, that's what led to ya case

This say that heavy is the head that wears the crown
Is it as heavy as this bread? 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 you dig ya own grave?
Tryna ride my wave 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 the 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
Every 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' your weapon in your hand
Thinkin' you the man, got your section in a jam
First 48, first 48
Yeah, first 48
Takin' picks of 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're just a trick (you're a trick)
To me, you're just a lick, you shower me with gifts
Just a backdoor, you thought that you were slick (and that ain't it)
I just play dumb and let you burn your man
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 (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 post, you're 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 of them packs and that bread in ya safe
Got the feds on the way, that's what led to ya case
First 48