Like he back that shit
I'm open to the market
You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.
Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that
Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets
Have you with professional killas, chasing hits
One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.
I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that
I never gave a fuck and that's what they love
Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.
Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet
Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit
The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages
Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges
Because its a growing job market and i like computers
And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth
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