On my mama nigga, i be gone for months
Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.
And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl
Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,
Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets
I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks
I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that
I am the hardest in the market
Until he sell his own cd's at the market
Young money motherfucker we the shit
Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy
And this baby daddy, is new to the family
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