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mafioso flow - cashier fresh lyrics

[intro: sample]
back to starting position
forward, back
forward (brigade), back

[verse 1: cashier fresh]
this my mafioso flow, more meech than gambino
lucrative like frank lucas but we can’t tell them what we know
(shh)
la costra nostra, ricos and wanted posters
stick attached to the hip like they ain’t make no holsters
(doot, doot, doot, doot)
gotham city the best way to describe my city
petty thieves and jokers, tryna provoke us
the flower that grew from concrete, i rose from the street
adhd, no diagnosis, it’s hard to focus
yo, let me tell you how i came up (what?)
my n*ggas relenteless but i can’t judge, we did thе same stuff
(what?) every other month
going to candlеlight vigils, tryna live this life simple
momma saying, “make the right decision”
i don’t think she know what life we livin’ (shhh)
this my mafioso flow as i watch tony soprano
if i’m frank castello, then fold like luciano (luciano)
this my mafioso flow, michael corleone
restore the feeling, we get more cream than cortizone (cortizone)
no, fresh not one to preach, man, to each their own
but all them self admitten writtens gon’ make em breach his own
(doot, doot, doot, doot)
then you gon’ wanna point the finger and make ’em take the blame
(mhmm)
if you don’t know how to move your pieces, you get checked in this game
like fresh playing chess with his pops in the park
temperatures rise when the sun do (ssss), but it’s hot after dark
you can join the mob if you want to, just gotta honor your part
and never question the dime, forever, we intertwined
(forever, we intertwined, n*gga)
you don’t wanna show my bread? you wake up to a horse’s head
in that life, it’s no medals
i am bars, i scorch with lead (doot, doot)
(trrrrrrr)
i stood on the porch with packs tryna push a porsch, relax
only check into hotels, don’t let ’em extort your stacks
[chorus: cashier fresh, dyme*a*duzin]
it’s just my mafioso flow (it’s my*) (sheesh) (it’s*, it’s my*)
it’s just my mafioso flow (ah, ah) (it’s my*) (mafioso*) (dyme*a)

[verse 2: dyme*a*duzin]
too stand up to ever try a perc’
spidey’s on high alert
i break up tree and light up when i’m tired of work
tram rail like the opps spittin’ a fire verse
summertime, so the za’s in her designer purse
i prefer the strips of fronto but the grabba works
remember when i wasn’t rollin’ spliffs and gettin’ high at first
bothered by christian moms who tried to write a curse
and now my preacher proud and i ain’t got no vows for church
i father, i fathered
y’all style so why bother
cruel and foul responses to y’all father?
don’t let your partners pump you up like the godfather
to be the next to pick son up like it’s godfather
mafioso flow, they feel it from the style
’cause the suit fabric italian, the swag is nostalgic
got casted for the series ’cause he spit it so shaolin
your mob is full of weaklings, gambinos is childish
beast warming, all you kids get destroyed
they smoking mid, and they women mid
call they them, “bare minium boys”
heard this envious n*gga clipped from his job at the bodega
y’all just did a strain with buddies, i can get you employed
it’s my mafioso flow, frank white visions
crowned king, lay a n*gga down for that chicken
grandpa never wrote a will but had a smith &’
in case you wanna play a bad boy, i keep a pistol for a piston
[outro: cashier fresh, the sopranos sample]
it’s just my mafioso flow (my*) (my*) (my*) (my*)
it’s just my mafioso flow (it’s*, it’s my*)
(are you in the mafia?)
(may i in the what?)
(whatever you want to call it, “organized crime”)

- cashier fresh lyrics

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