Married to the Game ft. LOU E V & Queen Killabee Lyrics

Who killed Chris Lighty?

Married to the game even when she disliked me.

Message to the fame monsters I'm the only Ghost Buster.

Seeing thru ya Jazz, Ray Charles and the Soul Brother.

While they want the kidd dead and gone, I still send itches cross they heads with no cortizone.

Open up the booth and let's record a song.

The shit ain't been the same since Death ran from Autotune.

Shout out to the jiggaman Hova.

Ports Riff Raff word to Jody Highroller.

Tell the middle man I need an eight and four quarters.

So we can smoke the earth until there's blood around our corneas.

Prophecy the legend in the game.

I hear the realest changes make the petty things the same.

You know the cost of making all your dreams come true.

What if you had a choice to make your dreams come true?

Would you take it? I'd rather be real then to fake it.

Can't sell originality to win a chance to make it.

I wanna be the greatest, not a fable for the label.

When I get my money right, put the cash across the table.

TeleviSed as exclusive all I'm seeing is reruns.

Your life is like a movie. Nigga gimme my refund.

Original but I never see one. Them boys spitting minute maid juice but can never compete son.

The game has been violated. Swear to God you don't understand. Hi hater. Married to the game but the game never liked me. Major management RIP Chris Lighty.

Lou from the ninth, have you forgot who nice?

Married to the game, no pologomy.

Erasing any & everybody, sorry not sorry.

Lyrical assassin and bandit.

These hands have damage.

Been working out, so you can't withstand it.

This the jedi flow, hands down.

Don't fuck around with the fuck around.

And I'm a different seed, they implanted me.

When I was young, what you saying son.

Get off yo ass grind like strippers do.

Get your hands up.

Like you traded for yo people.

But don't be smart want a dumb nigga, well I go dumb for them funds.

Run it like the man, shake something don't break nothin.

But i'm talking bout the band til it's moldy and stank.

With the loud that we faced.

Most in court fighting a case.

And then they go insane.

Some don't have nothin to say.

The game has been violated. Swear to God you don't understand. Hi hater. Married to the game but the game never liked me. Major management RIP Chris Lighty.

Yeah first thing's first, this Killa from the city.

With the flow so sick, and the verses so witty.

Turning niggas heads, have em bopping like diddy.

Man these niggas are my sons, come suck on mama titty.

And my confidence on Kanye, got shooters with me all day.

So you can never try me, you'll be singing like Beyonce.

I'm hot I'm so Picante, stay low so you can't find me.

You thinking you can beat me, well I think that's unlikely.

I'm getting better with time, stay crossing the line.

They thinking that I'm soft, I think you outta yo mind.

Cause I stay on my grind, tryna chill all the time.

I kick my gear into drive.

Taking off on you niggas like I'm Usain Bolt.

And i'm only smoking gas, y'all niggas smoke that dope.

Niggas hear me on the track, like damn she dope.

But I been hot nigga, y'all slow like poke.

Never call me a joke, when you look like a clown.

I'm only wearing my crown, so you can bow down.

I'm running my city, I'm ruling my town.

And for the first act of order, everybody smoke loud.

I'm the queen and the game is my motherfucking king.

We in this shit for life, throw the rice get the wings.

Niggas switching up, nah imma stay the same.

This Port City nigga, ain't a damn thing changed.