Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit
Until he sell his own cd's at the market
I hit up my supplier and retired the market
Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit
When when the economy of america breaks
I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames
Never did we think we'd have this weak of an economy,
But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see
Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips
Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets
And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely
These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,
I move aim, hit 'em and final flip
I am the hardest in the market
Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man
Circulate the economy better than any can/
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