Jim Jones, King Jigg, Neek Bucks, Trav - Married to the Game lyrics
[Jim Jones, King Jigg, Neek Bucks, Trav - Married to the Game lyrics]
Uh kitchen see the kitchen ain’t about
What I’m doing presently
It’s about what we ain’t doing presently
So I’m just trying to remind
Young Goddess the hustle y’all welcome
I’m just married to the street
Chasing dollar and a dream
Can’t nothing hit the bossman
Same shit different story
Either get rich or get a coffin
I’m just chasing my dream I
Did it for my team i did made some profit's
Can’t take nothing from me
Either get rich or get a coffin
You see we grew up kind of optionless
Stomach touching and we only had
A pot to piss came up fast cause I hardly
See my pops and shit
Started with a thirst in the first
To cop the hottest kicks
Ten grams with my man we was choppin it
Cook it soft let it harden
On some rocker shit
Like a nine to five it’s a job
You hit the block in shifts
And move smart you watch the cops
So they stop and frisk
Shit now they see the trapper
When you stop the whip
Way before the champagne and helicopter list
It was one million two
Million three million four
Poppin the blue prim while we
Was dealing out the store
Now I’m conversating with the
Dealer on the floor
Like I rape a suicide you could
Kill him with the jaws
Drinking the drug I’m trying to
Catch me a vibe the way I be feeling they
Never catch me alive
Houses on the water with the jet-skis outside
Member they was in the building
But they left me outside
Cook coke with ammonia yeah disinfect
It broke a few pots
Until I finally got this shit perfected
And where my wrist reflected
Feel a cold chill
But this chill Cause that’s just my necklace
Shit I’m just fronting the way out of line
I bought a new watch just in
Case I’m way out of time
I’m just married to the street
Chasing dollar and a dream
Can’t nothing hit the bossman
Same shit different story
Either get rich or get a coffin
I’m just chasing my dream I
Did it for my team i did made some profit's
Can’t take nothing from me
Either get rich or get a coffin
We was nggas with hammers without
A shit to give
And thats a good explanation for
All the shit we did
Kitchen vision clear Scottie Pippens all
My bitch can get
This chicken head keep grinding and fck
Around get a breakfast yeah
And then out the back block trying
To rap hittin crack spots
Might setup to get caught they won’t
Give him no last shot
If you ain’t trying to hustle my
Ngga we gotta master plan
Cause being broke is shit that make
You feel like half a man
Oh no if it’s the henny and
Capsules I’m off a half
It’s trippin off the set kind of dangerous
I got to stack some bands
I know if Dirk was here he have a
Plan how t to do it different
It’s learn to make the same mistakes
It got me moving different
I’m fully loaded these hammers ain’t
Trying to lose my nggas
Put the game back together a
Couple screws was missing
If I don’t make it fck it I’m a die here
Cause I bang cause I thug cause I ride here
I’m just married to the street
Chasing dollar and a dream
Can’t nothing hit the bossman
Same shit different story
Either get rich or get a coffin
I’m just chasing my dream I
Did it for my team i did made some profit's
Can’t take nothing from me
Either get rich or get a coffin
Sever we start stupid system in the back
That was '03 we made a
Quarter million off of crack
Beepers on site we kept it glizzy in the back
(They know me) Ten ninety
Young bishop with the strap
Die Hard no Bruce Willis I’m in
The store reenacting the old quilis
Crack baby era number spots
In the dope blocks
Boy george stamp on any dog
I got the strip hot
Take me through my hood it’s
Like I rap warfare fck a health care
These bitches concerned with welfare
Government assistance wasn’t doin too much
Really paid a lobby sick shot
Til the sun came up
In my era no IG now I do see
Dreaming trying to stack for the M3
I used to be really post up on the
Strip made him get used to me
Red showed me how to cook
Up and it was history
I’m just married to the street
Chasing dollar and a dream
Can’t nothing hit the bossman
Same shit different story
Either get rich or get a coffin
I’m just chasing my dream I
Did it for my team i did made some profit's
Can’t take nothing from me
Either get rich or get a coffin
We need a decision to turn our
Will and our lives over
To the care Of a higher
Power as we understood him
What I’m doing presently
It’s about what we ain’t doing presently
So I’m just trying to remind
Young Goddess the hustle y’all welcome
I’m just married to the street
Chasing dollar and a dream
Can’t nothing hit the bossman
Same shit different story
Either get rich or get a coffin
I’m just chasing my dream I
Did it for my team i did made some profit's
Can’t take nothing from me
Either get rich or get a coffin
You see we grew up kind of optionless
Stomach touching and we only had
A pot to piss came up fast cause I hardly
See my pops and shit
Started with a thirst in the first
To cop the hottest kicks
Ten grams with my man we was choppin it
Cook it soft let it harden
On some rocker shit
Like a nine to five it’s a job
You hit the block in shifts
And move smart you watch the cops
So they stop and frisk
Shit now they see the trapper
When you stop the whip
Way before the champagne and helicopter list
It was one million two
Million three million four
Poppin the blue prim while we
Was dealing out the store
Now I’m conversating with the
Dealer on the floor
Like I rape a suicide you could
Kill him with the jaws
Drinking the drug I’m trying to
Catch me a vibe the way I be feeling they
Never catch me alive
Houses on the water with the jet-skis outside
Member they was in the building
But they left me outside
Cook coke with ammonia yeah disinfect
It broke a few pots
Until I finally got this shit perfected
And where my wrist reflected
Feel a cold chill
But this chill Cause that’s just my necklace
Shit I’m just fronting the way out of line
I bought a new watch just in
Case I’m way out of time
I’m just married to the street
Chasing dollar and a dream
Can’t nothing hit the bossman
Same shit different story
Either get rich or get a coffin
I’m just chasing my dream I
Did it for my team i did made some profit's
Can’t take nothing from me
Either get rich or get a coffin
We was nggas with hammers without
A shit to give
And thats a good explanation for
All the shit we did
Kitchen vision clear Scottie Pippens all
My bitch can get
This chicken head keep grinding and fck
Around get a breakfast yeah
And then out the back block trying
To rap hittin crack spots
Might setup to get caught they won’t
Give him no last shot
If you ain’t trying to hustle my
Ngga we gotta master plan
Cause being broke is shit that make
You feel like half a man
Oh no if it’s the henny and
Capsules I’m off a half
It’s trippin off the set kind of dangerous
I got to stack some bands
I know if Dirk was here he have a
Plan how t to do it different
It’s learn to make the same mistakes
It got me moving different
I’m fully loaded these hammers ain’t
Trying to lose my nggas
Put the game back together a
Couple screws was missing
If I don’t make it fck it I’m a die here
Cause I bang cause I thug cause I ride here
I’m just married to the street
Chasing dollar and a dream
Can’t nothing hit the bossman
Same shit different story
Either get rich or get a coffin
I’m just chasing my dream I
Did it for my team i did made some profit's
Can’t take nothing from me
Either get rich or get a coffin
Sever we start stupid system in the back
That was '03 we made a
Quarter million off of crack
Beepers on site we kept it glizzy in the back
(They know me) Ten ninety
Young bishop with the strap
Die Hard no Bruce Willis I’m in
The store reenacting the old quilis
Crack baby era number spots
In the dope blocks
Boy george stamp on any dog
I got the strip hot
Take me through my hood it’s
Like I rap warfare fck a health care
These bitches concerned with welfare
Government assistance wasn’t doin too much
Really paid a lobby sick shot
Til the sun came up
In my era no IG now I do see
Dreaming trying to stack for the M3
I used to be really post up on the
Strip made him get used to me
Red showed me how to cook
Up and it was history
I’m just married to the street
Chasing dollar and a dream
Can’t nothing hit the bossman
Same shit different story
Either get rich or get a coffin
I’m just chasing my dream I
Did it for my team i did made some profit's
Can’t take nothing from me
Either get rich or get a coffin
We need a decision to turn our
Will and our lives over
To the care Of a higher
Power as we understood him