Married to the Game

Married to the game today's our anniversary
Made it out the struggle that shit gave me adversity
Personally
I used to feel like this shit ain't working for me
Urging for a new beginning
Hoping a new person would be
Born
So in the light I was choose
Fifty ounces in the kitchen we ain't tripping on dough
Man just listen to me speak cause everything I say dope
It hit ya heart until it stop and now you need it to cope
So when you talking me
Show me respect and nothing' more
I never asked for a hand out even when I was poor
I flipped the pack and grinded more
Now these clothes I afford
And all the bitches adore
I think I opened a door
I got a gun by side
Cause I see people die
Paralyzing to my thoughts
I stay up late every night
Niggas plotting on me
But I'm not the type for a fight
I'll lose my mind
And rip ya eyes out, yea you said it's on site
I got the led in the pipe
I never let them get right
I'm set to get them Odell Beckham
And you throwing a spike
You ain't like me you right
Because I'm living the life
And I ain't never going back I'm taking off like a flight

Straight up
I said my heart in the paper
Pardon my bars for the haters
Hauling off bodies I'm made of
Diamonds and gold
I'm a stranger
To letting go
Even if I'm danger
Though
I do keep me a banger
No
I don't want the remainders
Yo
I be flying and all the cameras behind
They say that Ryan, keep trying, he fine
Know that his mind, Divine
Even w time, you'll find
I be doing me
Probably blowing weed
And I'm not discrete
Do this legally
Cause I'm in CT, the 203
Where I learned to read
Caught up in the trap
I was trapped
And it was hurting me
Blinded by emotions felt like someone put a curse on me
Go and tell your friends I killed this track like it was first degree



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Vuolo
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