Lee Emcee, Webb-Hill, & Anabolic Beatz - Married To The Game

I'm married to the game
And aint she a bitch
Nothing will ever be the same
You may never get your fix
Married to the game, life's a bitch, life's a struggle
Full of trouble, some struggle to find the time to juggle
But when we make the music and we write the rhymes to puzzle
The minds of those that listen to define the life we hustle
We giving it, everything we have because we live in it
It's like we're married to the game I'm gifted just to live with it
Infectious with my rhymes that I spit because I'm sick with it
Never quitting the game, we in this til we win at this
We shifted it, we are gifted with the lyrics written quick
We put the pen to paper sitting thinking than the ink will shift
Then we tend to break up switching rhythms that will give the lift
Then we tend to make up picking lyrics that will fit the twist
We in for this, married to the game so we give to this
We're quick to fix, problems that are carried not ashamed to admit to it
Not afraid to say I'm here to stay to get a grip on it
We're here to make our claim, breaking waves til we sink the ship
I'm married to the game
And aint she a bitch
Nothing will ever be the same
You may never get your fix
I'm married to the game
And aint she a bitch
Nothing will ever be the same
You may never get your fix
Please lord watch my back because I'm dodging the devil
You know my life was never easy see, my path is unlevel
But I'm ready to go I feel like I'm Piccolo picking a fight with my enemies
I repeatedly beat up a beat when I pull out a pen and a pad and deliver my energy
Making all that noise dummies never make the band cut
Kick Em out your circle watch em link up like some handcuffs
All these dummies posing like a JCPenney's mannequin
You talk a big game deep inside I know you panicking
You birds of a feather flock you pigeons ain't as fly as me
Flexing like you murderous baloney man don't lie to me
Raw like Monday night my verses hit you like a DDT
No I'm not alone I roll with renegade and Lee Emcee
Haters know you hot but keep you close so they can stay warm
But watch em buckle under pressure when the rain pours
Raw wave elements my weather is colder
Catch a food fight flow I got a chip on my shoulder for real
I'm married to the game
And ain't she a bitch
Nothing will ever be the same
You may never get your fix
I'm married to the game
And ain't she a bitch
Nothing will ever be the same
You may never get your fix

Written by:
Bradley DeFrates, Jeames Williams, Olivia Effinger

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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