Mafiathon Freestyle Lyrics – Jim Jones

Read the full Mafiathon Freestyle lyrics by Jim Jones along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

I used to in the house just like mafia thong
I’m two miles away, I’m going
I need a rock for your ch
Matter of fact, while you at it, put a watch for the arm
Should I? I might do long sleeves
(??) be watching for arms
(??) said if you had my hand here chopping off for arm

Just a baby boy (??) I knock off your mom
Catch one of you (??) snoozing
We going to stop your alarm
I’m from where young (??) see you up and perform

You know it’s pink slips on the whist
Because they pay them for richer than them

And them snitches up and pay the f
Until my cup run up over and my plate is full
You know we put you in the bun and then we take a porch
Matter of fact, one (??) who put you on the Jones

I see you like that drip
Who put you on the chrome?
Who put you in that wallet of chain all set stones?
And still we talk about these legends, let me set the tone
Been places that you can’t pronounce
It’s like Rosetta Stone

I make them killers follow the truck when I’m heading home
This n!gga’s lightweight
You know I’m here to set a heavy tone

Remember running to the building when we saw the (??)
Now I’m trying to catch the nicks before the cer
Give a (??) about the keys, that (??) is autoar
Just one goal and most (??) never saw a ch

From the era of the streamers and the twist (??)

Come from the era of the beam and the bricks
Who was no IG, can’t be seen on no pics
Let me bring you up to speed, it could be seen on my wrist

(??) tell me what we doing
Chat made one day, tell me who’s doing that
We don’t do subs, we sending them to lift a (??) soul up
Send them to the sky

Young (??) they be saying that he got all the half of juice
My hair’s always frizzy, the ones big drizzy
They left ketchup, they hit that boy with a gizzy
(??) you hate the gizzies, you can

I’m from a different era, we say gizzy, it was heat
You thugging and you really had to get busy in the streets
I’m talking spinning a (??), blocking until you dizzy in a jeep
(??)

And these (??) try to catch me off a de
I told her tune in and she could catch me on the stream
If you (??) try to run, then I could catch them with a beam
(??) been sleeping on me, but I could catch them in a dream

Pop up with the same ass that Freddy Krueger had
A fashion killer, I put clips in my Louis bag
Man, y’all got me (??) up, you think I’m doing bad
You know these diamonds they be hitting like I threw a jazz

And he dancing in the ring like to the jab
The money leave my son, you think he had a Jewish dad
That’s three, this is two (??) do the math
When (??) see the ice, they like yeah he blew a bag

I don’t know India, show me where the love at
(??) want to play, show them where the dubs at
I tell them break the wrist, I mean flood at
I still my phone in the hood where the bloods at

Tell me what’s above that
Tell me what’s up now
(??) that
Tell me what’s above that

Used to hit the town up like tell me where the club at
Drew 28 is like shelling out a dub pack
Used to hit the plug up like tell me where the drügs at

You don’t know English, had to tell them my voice at
Big whips spin back in a what’s that (??)
(??) that cop, that’s what you call overkill

Rapping like a rental, a (??) need a deal
I need to be president, Rolly on Trump (??)
My (??) not hesitant, know we going dumb (??)
Moving smart now, but they know I’m on dumb (??)

They said after kill spill, sequel to the movie
(??) this after Kill Bill
Try to tell me not, but I got rappers still a kill
Catch him on the bells and I get tackled in the field

Yeah, tell Kevin G. I’m never tired.