Married To The Game

Look, I done sold everything, but I still ain't never sold my soul

I was gon' bust the Rollie down, but still I kept it solid gold

In Miami, South Beach, riding down Collins in the Rolls

I been married to the game, ain't got no ring, but I still proposed

Look I done sold everything. What you want? I got what you need

All white bricks, white tan bricks, and we got bows of weed

I ain't talking bout no DJ Khaled, but I got the keys

Got a foreign bitch don't speak no english, she from overseas

Sitting back, smoking on this thrax, while I write this rap

Thinking how to turn a dollar to a hundred, hundred to a stack