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Married To The Streets
French Montana
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Young Big Mike, the motherfuckin' ruler
Alongside my guys (Evil Empire)
French Montana
Black Friday Music, people
A-God and French Montana
I don't know what it is
But it keeps callin' my name
Can't imagine me leavin' this game
I'll tell you what it is
It's the money, the cars, the clothes
And all these fast-ass hoes
It got me married to these streets
Married to these streets
Married to these streets
It got me married to these streets
Married to these streets
Honey, I'm home
Money ride, contemplatin' suicide
Wrist cut up, I'm the hottest nigga out
In the drought, still be sellin' out the store
What the fuck you niggas thought?
Homie ride with them choppers like a heliport
Tell that boy, doin' all the actin', homie gotta get a Oscar
Been playin' on that corner, I should've been a boxer
My shorty mixin' Henny with that Nuvo, callin' that Obama
Two shots and shorty trippin' like a moron (Let's go)
I told 'em that, homie, I'm the truth, then gave 'em that
York minute, brung Mase murder back
'Bout time to regroup, eight speed, three coupes
ACG boots, shorty on me like a cheap suit
I did my own thing, then my homie Con came
Max took the seven-five, did the realest shit alive
We really livin' that, hit 'em, never hit 'em back
New nigga, run and go tell 'em that, all that
I don't know what it is
But it keeps callin' my name
Can't imagine me leavin' this game
I'll tell you what it is
It's the money, the cars, the clothes
And all these fast-ass hoes
It got me married to these streets
Married to these streets
Married to these streets
It got me married to these streets
Married to these streets
Honey, I'm home
The Philly jungles, beanies, love the boy
But there ain't no Sigel in me
White girls cover my cars and ain't no Beetle in me
Okay, I'm stocky now, I'm cocky now
I'm rockin' everything that's Rocky out
Cross my heart, hope I Versace out
Neck chilly, wet willy, don't make me knock you out
Chicks take pictures of nigga just like I'm Pacquiao
I'm so wavy, they call me an oceanologist
I dropped out of school, too much smokin' up at the colleges
As a teen, I opened more jeans than a gynecologist
My homie Lou went from goon to Muslim tryna follow this
Legend only, heaven know me
I walk around with weapons on me
I guess the hood disrespect my story
People act like I'm stuntin', like I don't stand for nothin'
You think I'm scary? Don't make me squeeze the panic button
You ain't crazy (No, no, you ain't crazy)
I don't know what it is
But it keeps callin' my name
Can't imagine me leavin' this game
I'll tell you what it is
It's the money, the cars, the clothes
And all these fast-ass hoes
It got me married to these streets
Married to these streets
Married to these streets
It got me married to these streets
Married to these streets
Honey, I'm home
That's right, motherfuckers
Big Mike the Ruler
French Montana
And my guys right here
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