I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones
Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.
The ladies baby boomin before they high school juniors
Because its a growing job market and i like computers
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Until he sell his own cd's at the market
I am the hardest in the market
Foolish, i be on that new shit
The next day you is everybody target
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges
The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages
And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see
Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,
Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy
Folarin be ballin for all yall to see
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