Black Market - Derek Minor

Ricky Ross crossed the highway with that dope on him

With that dope on him

Now them young d boys hit the block with that hope on em

With that hope on em

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Who gave the real Rick Ross coke?

To spread it 'from coast to coast

I know, but if I said it ya’ll would kill me

Just google Gary Webb if you feel me

Ain’t gone spell it out all the time use your mind

How they brand kids as slaves

Get dope 'cross ocean tides

Or borderlines or county lines

I’m stuck

Now black men are mascots for hell on earth

Tookie started the Crips and told us own your turf

So now we shoot in the gym or the block for survival

But either way we blue devils

My cousins went to jail for sellin' weed

Now in Colorado you get green leaf with green tea

At first pumpkin spice latte’s were her addiction

Now she throw them yoga pants and Ugg’s on to smoke in Denver

Ricky Ross crossed the highway with that dope on him

With that dope on him

Now them young d boys hit the block with that hope on em

With that hope on em

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Black market

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Yeah, Yeah

Somebody asked why I ain’t got a deal

Okay, I’m 'bout to keep it too real

I’m too black for some people taste

They can’t serve that to their base

And others think I’m way too safe

Cuz I don’t brag about what I got in my safe

Or xanny’d out my mind, in a life of crime

And I ain’t never live but it works on Spotify

You ain’t selling a character

Me, I won’t be Carlton Banks to make you feel peace

Or generic street

You can exploit

If you ain’t get the iMessage yeah this the text boy

I’m the reason Christ died and Martin was martianed

Speak the real truth to the ones in the margins

So they can dodge the lie from the snake in the garden

And I tell it in the church and NY at the Garden

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