Married to the Game Jim Jones (Ft. King Jigg, Neek Bucks & Trav)

[Intro]
Uh kitchen
See the kitchen ain’t about what I’m doing presently
It’s about what we ain’t doing presently
So I’m just trying to remind Young Goddess the hustle
Y’all welcome

[Hook]
I’m just married to the street chasing dollar and a dream
Can’t nothing hit the bossman
Same shit different story
Either get rich or get a coffin
I’m just chasing my dream I did it for my team
I did made some profits
Can’t take nothing from me
Either get rich or get a coffin

[Verse 1]
You see we grew up kind of optionless
Stomach touching and we only had a pot to piss
Came up fast cause I hardly see my pops and shit
Started with a thirst in the first to cop the hottest kicks
Ten grams with my man we was choppin it
Cook it soft let it harden on some rocker shit
Like a nine to five it’s a job you hit the block in shifts
And move smart you watch the cops so they stop and frisk
Shit now they see the trapper when you stop the whip
Way before the champagne and helicopter list
It was one million two million three million four
Poppin the blue prim while we was dealing out the store
Now I’m conversating with the dealer on the floor
Like I rape a suicide you could kill him with the jaws
Drinking the drug I’m trying to catch me a vibe
The way I be feeling they never catch me alive
Houses on the water with the jet-skis outside
Member they was in the building but they left me outside
Cook coke with ammonia yeah disinfect it broke a few pots
Until I finally got this shit perfected
And [?] where my wrist reflected feel a cold chill but this chill Cause that’s just my necklace
Shit I’m just fronting the way out of line
I bought a new watch just in case I’m way out of time