Medicine Mane - Married to the Game

I can't lose this ball and chain
Gone this far guess I'm married to the game
And I just want some dollars to my name
Making money moves me and you ain't the same
I can't lose this ball and chain
Gone this far guess I'm married to the game
And I just want some dollars to my name
So I stay up all night and just tear apart my brain
Baptized my microphone with green smoke
Been keeping a plate moving through your zip code
Been fried, hit the switch now we low
Cuff around her wrist, she rock a thing like a boat
Cash rules everything around me
Like cream, rising to my top y'all
Gimme that top off
Oops, that's your spot, my fault
Ain't been bagging, just be beat it up raw
Got more trees than a nursery, mmh
Might get down with yo bitch like a burpee
Oh, She whine, I like when you hurt me
Got good head, prolly coulda gone to Berkeley
Yeah I'm making a play then I'm passing the rock
Joint feeling heavy, be weighing a lot
There on my mind, all of my time
Future and present, be blurry the line
I cannot lie, ain't fighting crime
Putting in work, I got bars, let em shine
Married to this, break a bulb, lose my sign
Could not give a fuck, so I
Baptized my microphone with green smoke
Been keeping a plate moving through your zip code
Been fried, hit the switch now we low
Cuff around her wrist, she rock a thing like a boat
Holy matrimony, guess I'm married to the game
Gotta couple skates, they for bagging propane
Since you left shit ain't been the same
Except for the part when I'm seeing your face
Spit a couple bars, now I'm Medicine Mane
For a couple dollars got drugs in your hand
Pour a couple bottles, aye we going all in
And I know you don't approve but I don't give a damn
See me move the masses while I'm chilling burning bush
Honey berry got wax when I'm burning down a wood
Slower than molasses, how you looking so good
Shawty back up, outcome ain't good
Can't lose focus on my dreams no sir
Gotta blow thru the red lights like skurt
Can't pull over all my weed got burned
One whiff of this shit they gonna ask for a search
Baptized my microphone with green smoke
Been keeping a plate moving through your zip code
Been fried, hit the switch now we low
Cuff around her wrist, she rock a thing like a boat
I can't lose this ball and chain
Gone this far guess I'm married to the game
And I just want some dollars to my name
Making money moves me and you ain't the same
I can't lose this ball and chain
Gone this far guess I'm married to the game

Written by:
Owen Turner

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