.Verse 1
Jim Jones:
This is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare)
I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (That Fishscale)
We copped the gutter, not a team that could fuck with us (Dipset)
And word to mother, keep the thing in every truck with us
Now I was fronti.
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