Black Market
You don't want no problem
Cuz a nigga like me might solve em
In a tub, guess what? Dissolve em
Scrub a dub and turn the tub to a coffin
He got a chain let it hang take it off him
He think he tough guess what now they lost him
How many times they die it's often
And seeing them cry is awesome
Isaiah What the fuck you thinking
I feel like L and I can't tell if them bells are ringing
What the hell Is that smell
Imma leave ya body leaking
I Took her cell, well oh well it's no longer blinking
You just lost and you can guess who the fuck is winning
I'm feeling nice Hold you tight bring you to the light
I'm in they house they can't see me they think its a poltergeist
Well you right
Look at her stumbling right into my knife
I ain't do shit put that On my life
And I rolled a 3 I'm feeling just like kite
Put the blade on me it's staying there all night
Put they names on notes I'm feeling just like light
But Might buy a coffin
Before i stalk em
The dirt hurt
But I bet the grass get softened
Way I hurt myself is happening way to often
The soul he had had to take it off him
Ran the block better hope I lost em
Took a turn at the curb better follow with caution
They don't wanna follow me into the darkness
Black market then straight to the auction
If they following me
Gonna be a bunch of flowers up concrete
If she cheat on me
Bottom of the barrel thats what she gone see
It's not what it seems
Murder on the house and bitch it's my treat
And know you don't like when I cuss
But what in the fuck ever happened to us
I know what happens to me
I land on my feet While you get turned to dust
Put you on the shelf with everybody else
You don't know pain I'll show you how it felt
You might melt, might need help
If I show you the hand That was dealt
Cuz a nigga like me might solve em
In a tub, guess what? Dissolve em
Scrub a dub and turn the tub to a coffin
He got a chain let it hang take it off him
He think he tough guess what now they lost him
How many times they die it's often
And seeing them cry is awesome
Isaiah What the fuck you thinking
I feel like L and I can't tell if them bells are ringing
What the hell Is that smell
Imma leave ya body leaking
I Took her cell, well oh well it's no longer blinking
You just lost and you can guess who the fuck is winning
I'm feeling nice Hold you tight bring you to the light
I'm in they house they can't see me they think its a poltergeist
Well you right
Look at her stumbling right into my knife
I ain't do shit put that On my life
And I rolled a 3 I'm feeling just like kite
Put the blade on me it's staying there all night
Put they names on notes I'm feeling just like light
But Might buy a coffin
Before i stalk em
The dirt hurt
But I bet the grass get softened
Way I hurt myself is happening way to often
The soul he had had to take it off him
Ran the block better hope I lost em
Took a turn at the curb better follow with caution
They don't wanna follow me into the darkness
Black market then straight to the auction
If they following me
Gonna be a bunch of flowers up concrete
If she cheat on me
Bottom of the barrel thats what she gone see
It's not what it seems
Murder on the house and bitch it's my treat
And know you don't like when I cuss
But what in the fuck ever happened to us
I know what happens to me
I land on my feet While you get turned to dust
Put you on the shelf with everybody else
You don't know pain I'll show you how it felt
You might melt, might need help
If I show you the hand That was dealt
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Writer(s): Isaiah Gibson
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