Married to the King by Ricky Conaway Lyrics
[Vic Mensa]
Yeah, married to the king, married to the mob
SM1914
Who gives a fuck 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 niggas see tomorrow?
Cause we been livin' like the past can't catch us
And we been livin' like them niggas 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 shit together, keep this shit 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 fucked 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 suck the noodle
And I came for the check, came for the check
And my nigga got the tote the toaster like a strudel
Shout to Denzel Curry, we don't take kindly to threats
Niggas 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 death do us part, death do us part
And I'm married to the beat, she married to the king
'Til death 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 shit, 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 Picasso and shit
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 fuckin 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 muhfucka i supply no love
You can take a look at my mic, and you'll find no dust
I'm a beat killer bitch, 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 fuck 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..
Yeah, married to the king, married to the mob
SM1914
Who gives a fuck 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 niggas see tomorrow?
Cause we been livin' like the past can't catch us
And we been livin' like them niggas 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 shit together, keep this shit 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 fucked 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 suck the noodle
And I came for the check, came for the check
And my nigga got the tote the toaster like a strudel
Shout to Denzel Curry, we don't take kindly to threats
Niggas 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 death do us part, death do us part
And I'm married to the beat, she married to the king
'Til death 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 shit, 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 Picasso and shit
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 fuckin 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 muhfucka i supply no love
You can take a look at my mic, and you'll find no dust
I'm a beat killer bitch, 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 fuck 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..