FON Check - Married 2 the Game (feat. Trubb Brody)

These cats phony Im bout my cheese nigga macaroni
Stacks on me married to the game holy matrimony
Spassing on him snatch my new shit im gassing homie
Bout to kill the rap game like an assassin homie
Cats phony Im bout my cheese nigga macaroni
Stacks on me married to the game holy matrimony
Spassing on him snatch my new shit im gassing homie
Bout to kill the rap game like an assassin homie
I flip shit had to switch gears like a stick shift
Nigga you a bitch without no lip stick and i kick shit
Like Van damme my young nigga strap up with that blam blam
And he a hard body like bam bam
Bitch im the plug killa don't act stupid off them drugs nigga
Cause ima flip out and shoot everybody like snubb zilla
This game cold im on the same block where that caine sold
Dis respect i up aim the pole re arrange yo nose
Dome less
Bitch im in the streets like im homeless
Pit bull foaming at the mouth lets get it on bitch
Lets lock up four 15s a tear your block up
Disrespect my young goon get socked up leave you knotted up
Its chow time
Make sure my people first in that chow line
If not dial eleven after nine nigga its our time to shine
Like a light do Bitch this game dirty and my sprite to
Give a fuck if they don't like you
These cats phony Im bout my cheese nigga macaroni
Stacks on me married to the game holy matrimony
Spassing on him snatch my new shit im gassing homie
Bout to kill the rap game like an assassin homie
Cats phony Im bout my cheese nigga macaroni
Stacks on me married to the game holy matrimony
Spassing on him snatch my new shit im gassing homie
Bout to kill the rap game like an assassin homie
I got on my grind when i jumped off the porch
Hungry nigga actin like i never ate before
Real hustler bet i can get that money out ya
Real nigga hold my own i dont need a voucher
You niggas do it big but we do it better
Mind on my cheese nigga mozzarella cheddar
I will never let up
Hell naw i ain't stressing
Cause sucker ducking and dummy dodging is my profession
I do my thang not the type to let a dollar slide
Big jar full of exotics
Better hurry up and buy
Send a hoe mike jackson smoove criminal
The type that be at your front door don't do subliminal
Sick with it e forty and b legit shit
This four nickle got a gymnastic bullet it a flip shit
Got my ten toes down its only right
Plus im married to the game
Somebody throw the rice
These cats phony Im bout my cheese nigga macaroni
Stacks on me married to the game holy matrimony
Spassing on him snatch my new shit im gassing homie
Bout to kill the rap game like an assassin homie
Cats phony Im bout my cheese nigga macaroni
Stacks on me married to the game holy matrimony
Spassing on him snatch my new shit im gassing homie
Bout to kill the rap game like an assassin homie
These cats phony Im bout my cheese nigga macaroni
Stacks on me married to the game holy matrimony
Spassing on him snatch my new shit im gassing homie
Bout to kill the rap game like an assassin homie
Cats phony Im bout my cheese nigga macaroni
Stacks on me married to the game holy matrimony
Spassing on him snatch my new shit im gassing homie
Bout to kill the rap game like an assassin homie

Written by:
Dante Simms

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