Our Market ft. Shaq, Last Cabal & Gen 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