Matrimony - Retch

Two cups in feeling throwed in this motherfucker

Sippin' dirty grippin' on a thirty riding shotty

Pop a percocet feeling like Gotti smoking Gotti

Got the thotties with me

Tryna get me, time to go

Give a fuck about a skeeza she cancelled like Pronto, nigga

Give a fuck about a skeeza got 2 pints at the condo

And I’m smoking gasolina have a motherfucker pissed

Remember days at the school early morning

Servin' fizzles on the strip

Servin' everything moved

Made a dollar off of it all

From kicking doors

To prostitution, selling work

Niggas treat it like a sport, know it’s summertime

But don’t pull up in them shorts

Married to the streets, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga

Married to these streets, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga

Married to this lean, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga

Married to these bandz, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga

Married to these drugs, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga

Married to this money, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga

Married to these streets, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga

Married to the block, I ain’t getting a divorce, nigga

Married to a mafuckin' Glock, I ain’t gettin' no divorce, nigga

«We live?»

«Yeah»

«Okay, so I ain’t gonna curse, but these punk faggots — and excuse my language

— but know what I’m sayin'?

Be whoever you wanna be, love whoever you wanna

love — I didn’t mean it like that — I just meant when you wanna disrespect me

and the money team and we got seven Rolls-Royce's outside and we just made 350

racks on the — don’t disrespect me!

I’m gonna smack you up again fool!»