Married to the Streets (Remix)

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