Married To The Game Lyrics

Look, I done sold everything, but I still ain't never sold my soul

I was gon' bust the Rollie down, but still I kept it solid gold

In Miami, South Beach, riding down Collins in the Rolls

I been married to the game, ain't got no ring, but I still proposed

Look I done sold everything. What you want? I got what you need

All white bricks, white tan bricks, and we got bows of weed

I ain't talking bout no DJ Khaled, but I got the keys

Got a foreign bitch don't speak no english, she from overseas

Sitting back, smoking on this thrax, while I write this rap

Thinking how to turn a dollar to a hundred, hundred to a stack

I've been out the way, niggas wondering where I been at

My phone on DND, I told that little bitch I'ma hit you back

Just like a linebacker, bitch, I'm in the field, trying to chase a sack

Supreme Louie V carry on, I filled it up with racks

I gotta hustle, this shit in my DNA, and that's just a fact

Been trying to go legit, but yet somehow I'm still stuck in the trap

Love the game feeling like I'm Bird or Magic in the prime

Ain't talking bout no assists, when I tell you niggas dropping dimes. Ain't never did one thing that they be rapping out here telling lies

All black coupe, my revolution will be televised

AP on my wrist, I'm not a scholar, I was skipping classes

Dropped a whole pint and a gallon, it look like molasses

I fuck her to the weekend cause behind her beauty is the madness

Like, how the fuck this bitch a good girl but she still the baddest

Look, I done sold everything, but I still ain't never sold my soul

I was gon' bust the Rollie down, but still I kept it solid gold

In Miami, South Beach, riding down Collins in the Rolls

I been married to the game, ain't got no ring, but I still proposed

Look I done sold everything. What you want? I got what you need.

All white bricks, white tan bricks, and we got bows of weed

I ain't talking bout no DJ Khaled, but I got the keys

Got a foreign bitch don't speak no english, she from overseas