Married to the Streets

Dark nights, shadows creep, been on this grind too deep

Silent whispers, secrets keep, never for the meek

Got your plea for mercy, but I won’t play that game

Cold in my heart, whispers of pain

Murder on my mind, Glock tight in my hand

Chasing the dough, out here making my stand

Tell 'em get down, where’s the stash?

Hold your girl, or it’s your life, then dash

Shoot to kill, silence the past

No witnesses, I move fast

Back to the trap, counting my chips

Seeking riches, flipping these slips

Your face in the news, no kidding

Don’t test me, my mind’s just spilling

First body before I hit my teens

Running out of fingers, toes, and screams

Send a message, leave 'em in the dust

When they arrive, they get crushed

Married to the streets, I’m with no condom

Fucked the game up, now I stand under the streetlamps

Living this life, tough and raw

Hustling, surviving, breaking the law, whoa