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Download/Stream Subscribe for NEW JAMS DAILY - Don’t forget to click the BELL to get notifications on NEW UPLOADS. Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in the comments! [Treach] My thoughts are thundering, tumblin Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling ta mumbling You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not wit Mallory My analogy ain't for salary, as I roll reality thru galaxies Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of oiu Witta chain representing penitentiaries From Roman town to Borentown From Newark to Illtown And all you know from Lifers, Rikers ta foesome Wasn't driving to fast, I was flying too low You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening to slow I'm abrupting construction, a pumping assumption You diss while your family say I'm the best thing since humping Struckin 'bout an obstruction or turning something of nothing From more things to more things, it's the rip in every functi
