Vic Mensa - Married to the King lyrics

[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..