You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.
Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit
And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love
Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges
Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree
Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy
I'm in another universe no idea where i am at all
Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall
Trying to get back to this thing called love
Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.
I hit up my supplier and retired the market
But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip
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