Our Market ft. Shaq, Last Cabal & Gen Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Rolls Royce Ghost, Bentayga, we move merch
Cash App or the Square, whatever works
Love, Peace, Harmony shit on chicks shirts
Wifey upgraded, Michael Kors purse, boss shit
In the back of my store, Gold Louis
I'm trying out new liquor like a connoisseur
Couple models with me, just took em' outta Hooters
Shooters on standby, just for the looters
Old school bands, even got the blue faces
Karma is a bitch, but you gotta have patience
Stay to myself, cats, jealous on occasions
Romance, cash, like the Crazy Rich Asians
Anything about bread, that I keep sacred
That attract fake Judas niggas and Satans
Aura so raw and pure, it hit different
Out here hustlin' like, fuck the system
Bitcoin, crypto, push my own establishment
Ten years later, the kids is goin' after it
Double check, year to dates, so it's accurate
Only post pics, it's no time for captioning
Sleep on comments, leave fuckers on read
Talk a lot on lot, but never in the street
Bunch of weirdos, cyberpunks, they be techin' shit
Outside, Iron Fist, on my Tekken shit
No goons, compadres, I air you out like a dryer
When you do laundry, professional
Still rugged, public school hallway
24 hour service, do this shit all day
It's Our Market, 40th, 69th, double park shit
Back in the Escalade like a office
5 deep in trench coats, we be marchin'
Dog in my spirit, I'm ridin' rough and barkin'
Blue, red Dapper Dan I feel like Clark Kent
Manually I drive the game, glove compartment
Soar from the blocks to high rise apartments
Kill competitors with the use of farces
Like you don't know what I made of
I go metallic like a Pokemon
Sneak inside ya house, come poke ya mom
I been a savage since my adolescent years
Raw natural energy, match a Rolling Rock beer
If you talkin' bout bars, shit, I deliver
Packages like an Amazon Prime sprinter
Super cold with this shit, Chiraq winter
Like a weight loss result, I split your image bitch
This our market, selling' tees, kush
With the whip, double parkin
Wishing for these oppositions try to come and start shit
Got it so lit, cops chargin' me for arson
This our market, selling' tees, kush
With the whip, double parkin
Wishing for these oppositions try to come and start shit
Got it so lit, cops chargin' me for arson
Lately I been smokin' runs through the vape
Pain in my heart, through my mind I escape
No food on the plate, hustle hard till you straight
Stay a hundred, seen a lot of real niggas turn fake
The money and the women got them tweakin
Percocet geekin', fentanyl laced
Homie dead, he ain't sleepin
She moved on from him, I see homie ain't peepin
Till I put her in Milano, put her fresh, two seatin
Like we Baldi and Seth, maybe Ari and Bag
Runnin' laps around these hoes like Sha'Carri on track
And when I spawn the track, become a star on the track
It's like your boy addicted, more harder than crack
I just put the runs down, now I'm blowin' gelato
Feet up, champagne cup, and it's full of Moscato
Y'all know who the biggest is, that's where the big Latto
And next year, I'll be so lit, you'll see me with ?
I want them all, Hollywood ain't ready for me
Might have your favorite actress givin' me head in the V
Johnny Merk on the track, he the head of the beat
K-Styles, Last Cabal
Nuff said we elite
Shaq!
Yo, all that hatin' is unnecessary
All my dawgs got fly swats in the Pet Sematary
Comin' from the top of NJ, like Piscataway
But you a funny bitch, I think you pack mayonnaise
Hey, get out how you livin', man, I'm livin' how you get it
No cap, still a number on your head like a fitted
Special like a coupon, cut it out, turn it in
I prefer melanin, feminine women who penny sip
As long as we eat, give a fuck about your etiquette
Better get ahead of it, or get left, it's eminent
First it was no, no, no, then yeah, yeah, yeah
Destined as a child, fightin' with my inner child
Color outside of my lines, I'm outside of my lines
I'm a star outside of the beats that I body
No astral projection, smokin' on the rapper weed
It's that natural selection, though
This our market, selling' tees, kush
With the whip, double parkin
Wishing for these oppositions try to come and start shit
Got it so lit, cops chargin' me for arson
Got my eyes on the prize, and I ain't budgin' an inch
Tasted pain in the past, and I ain't fucked with the since
Got my mind on my money, focus on my hustle
Loaded up with muscle, swollen bloody knuckles
Was punchin' my way through these barriers over and over again
Bone breaks flesh, opposed to the skin
You can't shut your boy down, pure dope with the pen
Hit the next spot, direct shot when I open up again
Gunnin' for your spot, livin' click, click in the flesh
In every word that I spit, it's a weapon
I check them, so if it's a bet, then I administer death
You know the rules, quick to murk you for your jewels
Without a clip in the vest, sometimes you gotta give
Disrespect, to get some respect, c'mon dawg
You couldn't spit hard with a dick in your neck
I'm bout to cook him, like Glenn Close did with that pet
That joke still got legs, like Michael Vick with the Jets
You probably heard him spectacular with his verbal vernacular
Destroy him, vine, bite him, recite him, I murder a Dracula
Hotter than Libyans rockin' turbans in Africa
The type to hit a full speed sprint
Then catch your car and dove in the
Passenger side of your ride and kick you out to the curb
Of your Acura and circle back around ya block and laugh at you
Lull opponents to sleep, movements be thawed out
This beat was easy to cook, soon that it's thawed out
Pressin' the track with the fine muscle to get figures
These people stuck in a time bubble, I think bigger
You see me bubblin', cryin', hustlin', drink liquor
Paintin' scenes with the rhyme structure, I script pictures
This our market, selling' tees, kush
With the whip, double parkin
Wishing for these oppositions try to come and start shit
Got it so lit, cops chargin' me for arson
This our market, selling' tees, kush
With the whip, double parkin
Wishing for these oppositions try to come and start shit
Got it so lit, cops chargin' me for arson