Matrimony

Two cups in feeling throwed in this motherfucker
Sippin' dirty grippin' on a thirty riding shotty
Pop a percocet feeling like Gotti smoking Gotti
Got the thotties with me
Tryna get me, time to go
Give a fuck about a skeeza she cancelled like Pronto, nigga
Give a fuck about a skeeza got 2 pints at the condo
And I’m smoking gasolina have a motherfucker pissed
Remember days at the school early morning
Servin' fizzles on the strip
Servin' everything moved
Made a dollar off of it all
From kicking doors
To prostitution, selling work
Niggas treat it like a sport, know it’s summertime
But don’t pull up in them shorts
Married to the streets, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga
Married to these streets, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga
Married to this lean, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga
Married to these bandz, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga
Married to these drugs, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga
Married to this money, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga
Married to these streets, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga
Married to the block, I ain’t getting a divorce, nigga
Married to a mafuckin' Glock, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga
«We live?»
«Yeah»
«Okay, so I ain’t gonna curse, but these punk faggots — and excuse my language
— but know what I’m sayin'? Be whoever you wanna be, love whoever you wanna
love — I didn’t mean it like that — I just meant when you wanna disrespect me
and the money team and we got seven Rolls-Royce's outside and we just made 350
racks on the — don’t disrespect me! I’m gonna smack you up again fool!»