Married To The Game

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That club love, that Atlanta shit.

That player shit, player shit. No square shit, ain't no square shit. No sir.

Y'all -know who this is!

-Pretty chocolate moved to Atlanta with big dreams. She met a simp that was pimpin' and selling big schemes. I knew him from

Allen Temple, he used to pimp on Brenda.

But he was mean to his hoes and he played with his nose. I knew that shit wouldn't last, but she was shaking ass.

And she had never seen stacks of cash come in so fast.

And she had partners at Boxy Lady and Jazzy T's. A pretty woman just trying to get her nursing degree.

Dancing naked, gotta shake it, just to make it. I sympathize, I empathize, behind her eyes.

She really wise to guys paying to see her thighs.

I understand her, a dope man with dope plans. I had some bigger ambitions than selling coke, man.

I'm trying to launder my money like laundry soap, man.

Like True detergent, shit was urgent, escape the game. She was stuck on that pole and me, pushing cane.

The first time I seen her, I fell in love.

She was bad as fuck, ambitious, and coming up. But she was married to the game, and I was too.

I just knew that she was perfect for me. Then we started kicking it, both in love.

Fell in love deep, couldn't see, but she was stuck. She was married to the game, and I was too.

I -just knew that she was perfect for me.

-Months later, she graduated to money maker. Main attraction at Strokers, but not a local joker.

That chocolate skin won't win, yeah, that's what Cheetos told her.

She told them skinny white bitches, "I'm shaped like Coca-Cola. One dance from me, I guarantee, your run is over.

" Took her talents to Magic City, cup runneth over.

Big money, major piles, major smiles. A couple lames tried to walk her down marriage aisles.

A couple athletes tried to trap her with baby child. But she still with me, moving like we Dewayne and

Whitney. We fuck explicit, living illicit, we complicit.

And all this righteous and wicked, it benefit, we with it.

Aye, that's my lady, that's my baby, my boo thang. Cash rule everything, we move like Wu-Tang. You think we shame?

Sucka lames, you insane. We made it out of the poor to Bentley Mulsanne.

The first time I seen her, I fell in love.

She was bad as fuck, ambitious, and coming up. But she was married to the game, and I was too.

I just knew that she was perfect for me. Then we started kicking it, both in love.

Fell in love deep, couldn't see, but she was stuck. She was married to the game, and I was too.

I -just knew that she was perfect for me.

-The street life with my street wife was a sweet life. I'm talking sun in the sand, you know the beach life.

She broke bread, gave head, stayed prepared. Told me it was a hit when she heard Never Scared.

I told her finally we can escape the underworld.

With tears in her eyes, she told me, "Find another girl. " 'Cause she's addicted to cracking these lames in the flame. But

I'm conflicted 'cause I cannot keep on selling cane.

Aye, it was hell, she wished me well, but said farewell.

We both got secrets we keeping, we never kiss and tell. Before she ever dropped dimes, she be forever lying.

She kept her mind on the -grind, but her heart forever mine. -The first time I seen her, I fell in love.

She was bad as fuck, ambitious, and coming up.

But she was married to the game, and I was too. I just knew that she was perfect for me.

Then we started kicking it, both in love. Fell in love deep, couldn't see, but she was stuck.

She was married to the game, and I was too. I just knew that she was perfect for me.

-Talk to 'em.

-I told her my vision and I was on a mission, but she wasn't trying to leave.

She told me that she loved me and told her that I love her too, but she wasn't trying to leave.

She used to push me to rap, I used to joke like, "Girl, make it clap," thinking we was bound to leave.

Gassed up thinking she would marry me, and leave the streets, but she wasn't trying -to leave. -Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

But she wasn't trying to leave.

Wasn't trying to leave.

Wasn't trying to leave.