I told him he got the picture got the tracks. It's market season hope your weapon lead you believe you bleed you bleed like me I don't feel no

even jealous in every make a hate of deceit

scott society, streets never be.

It's market season hope your women need.

You bleed like me, I don't feel no ease.

Jealousin, it be making hate deceives

shirts and serge streets never ever

yolts on that murder sheet

stables all on their body because of surgery

body for a body because it's murky season

try to tell them what's real and I ain't listening

You surrounded by snakes

nieges and fucking leeches.

Some same ones are back though you're watching because they creep

Coming through you wonder when I think you're sleeping

Shoot first on ice questions send them to the reap. Let them talk to Jesus.

Blood on my sneakers. Niggas think it's something sweet I make them believe

if you're looking for the smoke

then you gonna receive how you smile when I'm down man

because I mean I can't believe

I just keep my distance don't fuck with these people help me understand why they hate for no reason

when you talk or survive and don't take from you people keep that money in the same pot

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