[Vic Mensa]
Yeah, married to the king, married to the mob
SM1914
Who gives a f** about what anybody say about me
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 n***as see tomorrow?
Cause we been livin' like the past can't catch us
And we been livin' like them n***as can't catch us
And we been runnin' 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 sh** together, keep this sh** together
I call this "Married To The King" and the beat Coretta
How it feel? How it feel? I should be feelin' better
That's f**ed 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 s** the noodle
And I came for the check, came for the check
And my n***a got the tote the toaster like a strudel
Shout to Denzel Curry, we don't take kindly to threats
n***as don't need to see me go cuckoo
Ten seconds from a mental breakdown, I'm out of state now
Old Country Buffet, I got so much on my plate now
I just left L.A., I'm flyin' right back to L.A. now
I'm married to the beat, she married to the king
'Til d**h do us part, d**h do us part
And I'm married to the beat, she married to the king
'Til d**h do us part, man, she my baby
[Ricky Conaway]
You can gimme any beat and imma rhyme over it
I'm the hottest and the coldest, I'm the bipolar kid
And i don't even really need to be diagnosed wit it
50k up on my sh**, make high toast to this
And it don't really matter if i die po or rich
When I'm buried they'll compare me to Pica**o and sh**
See the range?
I can go from a high note to this
We can take it to the backyard, like Pablo the kid
And I'm known to diss, so lemme ask, why so tough?
There's so many f**in people here i don't trust
If you included in that group you better lay low cause
I let the Glock go, my bullets givin glaucoma
There's a reason i don't answer when my iPhone buzz
If you hatin muhf**a i supply no love
You can take a look at my mic, and you'll find no dust
I'm a beat k**er b**h, fee fi fo fum, so..
Who wanna take it up wit the greatest?
I'm soon to be at the top of the a-list wit all your favorites
But for now I'll be up inside of ya playlist
Sleepin' is for the weak if you see me I'll be awakened, believe me
I hear em talkin and talkin
But the realest are feelin' me like the dog that I'm walkin
If you hatin well f** it, then it's off with ya noggin
I'm underground, only right i put em all in a coffin
God damn
Lemme slow it down for Pete's sake
All i got are 16s, ready for a replay
I could take you out for 20 dollars, that's a cheap date
Gimme a second to think as i let the beat play..
Should I give 'em more?
Nah..