(Intro)
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I am God¡¯s child!
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What time is it?
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Brothers and sisters, tonight
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All of expo
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(Verse)
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Waiting right by the altar, swimming, I never cower
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It¡¯s time I say I do to this life of money and power
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My hands see enough, butterflies in my stomach
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I¡¯m having second thoughts so how much could I really want it
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I guess this verse is my vow to you
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I know I doubted you
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I cheated on you with all them things that empowered you
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How could you love me?
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What would you want me?
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Thought it was love, it was pain that brought me the one me
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Marry me til death do us
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Til my body is numb and purple with less fluid
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These poverty stricken streets is fueling my best music
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Tired then suffering, no more struggling, let¡¯s do it
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My mother cursed the day I got involved wit you
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She told me get up off my ass and get a job or two
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I told her mama I love you but I won¡¯t starve wit you
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She said I¡¯ll pray for you son, I know you need God wit you
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Time to supply a block, investing in private scotch
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Kidnapping¡¯s for thrug money, it¡¯s time that we tie the knot
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Til death got us sleeping inside a box
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Buried my money, my biggest chain and my finest rocks
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It¡¯s no trustin that, so what the fuck is that?
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I love the game, it¡¯s impossible it could love me back
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Huggin the corner, I¡¯m prayin for it to hug me back
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But all I felt was hate, long as my money straight
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So do you take this game to be your wedded wife?
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For you to love and to hold tight in the dead of night
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I think I do, but should I think it through
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¡®Cause when it comes to this money, baby I think of you
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(Hook)
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Do you? Do you solemnly swear to take this game of hip-hop? (night night nigga)
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As your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and health (yeah)
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Til death do you apart
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(Verse)
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Married the game now I¡¯m thinkin about divorcing it
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I got her pregnant, I¡¯m thinkin about abortin it
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I¡¯m an extortionist ¡®cause I came from an orphanage
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We was the poorest kids, now I¡¯m rushin them offices
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I love this bitch, she on some gutter shit
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And when I¡¯m cheatin she tries to put me on punishment
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5 with the 18, 45 with a straight beam
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You should spit with the A Team, now my mission¡¯s to make creme
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All for the greed of money, niggas will leave you blunted
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I¡¯m on the streets and study, that¡¯s why my feet up money
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Stand on my own two, best believe I¡¯mma keep it gully
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Hands on my chrome too, best believe I¡¯mma keep this gully
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I came to win, this is the game we in
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It¡¯s money and murder, I play the game of sin
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I came to win, this is the game we in
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It¡¯s money and murder, I play the game of sin
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(Hook)
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Do you? Do you solemnly swear to take this game of hip-hop?
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As your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and health
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Til death do you apart
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I Do!
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I Do
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Ransom & Statik Selektah |