Текст Vic Mensa – Married To The King (Freestyle)
Текст:
Intro:
Yeah, married to the king, married to the mob
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Verse 1:
Man y’all ain’t raise me, word to Betsy McGurk-Mensah
She the only one, the only one I can’t let down
Mama, she the reason, she the reason I ain’t quit yet
I wake up at 9 o’clock this morning, 3 o’clock for tequila shots
So sick, blame it on the alcohol, Jamie Foxx
Ready to let it all go
I only wonder, will my niggas see tomorrow?
Cause we been living like the past can’t catch us
And we been living like them niggas can’t catch us
And we been running in the streets like it’s recess
I’m so aggressive, man I keep em on the defense
Hey, hey, hey I think I’m gone off the deep end
I’m tryna keep this shit together, keep this shit together
I call this «Married To The King» and the beat Coretta
How it feel? How it feel? I should be feeling better
That’s fucked up, man I guess that’s what life is
Best dressed, suicide, Louis neck to the knife
Down to hit a stain like a 197
With my dogs, I hope all dogs go to Heaven
If the lady is a tramp, let her suck the noodle
And I came for the check, came for the check
And my nigga got the tote the toaster like a strudel
Shout to Denzel Curry, we don’t take kindly to threats
Niggas don’t need to see me go cuckoo
Ten seconds from a mental breakdown, I’m out of state now
I just left L.A., I’m flying right back to L.A. now
Chorus:
I’m married to the beat, she married to the king
Til death do us part, death do us part
And I’m married to the beat, she married to the king
Til death do us part, man, she my baby
Verse 2:
Toast to the boy going crazy
I told my new bitch I’m a dog, I’m a dog, I got rabies
I’m staying out the pound, they can’t cage me
I gotta be the man I am, it ain’t no point in tryna change me
And you love me for it
Point me to whoever got the throne, man I’m coming for it
I love it when they underestimate us
I can’t lie, man that shit just make me want it more, want it more
All of my shit is a 1 of 1
Ain’t no second place, nigga, I’m a self-made nigga
Man I’m castaway, I had to get it on my own
I was S.O.S., ain’t no help came, nigga
No bullshit, nigga, only true shit
Put me on a deposition, I can prove it
I can never tell, I can never tell
If it wasn’t for the bank, I could never tell
YSL and Lanvin like a French nigga
I got shows in Montana like a French nigga
I been working late nights like I rode by it
I ain’t Will Smith but it feels like I just got hitched, nigga
Chorus x2
Intro