Married to My Enemies

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

(Lezter, you going crazy)

I'm married to my enemies, till death do us apart

When I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heart

Cannot take niggas seriously

I'm still posted up on my boulevard

Run up on me, I'ma pop you with this rod

Might catch another felony

Send a hundred shots through your car

New opp pack, roll him up in my cigar

Look what the streets done did to me

Got me thinkin' that the world flawed

Can't trust nobody might bulletproof all my cars

Can't trust nobody, swing the stick like a guitar

Run up on me, I'ma send his ass to Allah

Run up on me, he dead and that's on God, nigga

I was up a hundred K still tryna rob niggas

They don't wanna see me so I'ma starve niggas

Twenty six thirteen six I came with mop niggas

I got ties, ain't tellin' no eyes

They still popped that guy from the other side

Took the nigga life, and he still ain't slide

Still ain't right even you died, ayy, ayy

He said it's beef, and we left him fried, broad day

These partners traumatized, tear up in they momma's eyes

Up the rate on the homicide, man the news got televised

I'm married to my enemies, till death do us apart

When I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heart

Cannot take niggas seriously

I'm still posted up on my boulevard

Run up on me, I'ma pop you with this rod

Might catch another felony

Send a hundred shots through your car

New opp pack, roll him up in my cigar

Look what the streets done did to me

Got me thinkin' that the world flawed

Can't trust nobody might bulletproof all my cars

Me and Jackboy on some soldier shit

That pressure hit I bet blow this bitch

I bet I get who I'm supposed to get

We can't speak on no one but us

I can't vouch for no one but me

Play then we gon' smoke em like runtz

Throw him in the dirt like a seed

Aye where I'm from gotta clutch your heater

Grew up so fast I could've ****ed my teacher

Killers 'round me but I gotta strap myself

Cuz I don't trust them either

Sometimes yo' people ain't yo' people, you hear me?

I tried to move my granny she don't wanna leave her block

So I can't go and visit grandma without a few hunnid shots

Without a few hunnid Glocks

Please don't think we bought the box

Please don't think you that you gon' **** with me

Or mines and don't get popped nigga

I'm married to my enemies, till death do us apart

When I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heart

Cannot take niggas seriously

I'm still posted up on my boulevard

Run up on me, I'ma pop you with this rod

Might catch another felony

Send a hundred shots through your car

New opp pack, roll him up in my cigar

Look what the streets done did to me

Got me thinkin' that the world flawed

Can't trust nobody might bulletproof all my cars