I Do

[Intro] I am God's child! What time is it? Brothers and sisters, tonight All of expo [Verse 1] Waiting right by the alter, swearing I'll never coward It's time I say "I do" to this life of money and power My hands heating up, butterflies in my stomach I'm having second thoughts on how much could I really want it I guess this verse is my vow to you, I know I doubted you I cheated on you with all those things that empowered you How could you love me? Why would you want me? Thought it was love, it was pain that brought me to one knee Marry me 'til death do us, 'til my body is numb and pumping with less fluid These poverty-stricken streets is fueling my best music Tired of suffering, no more struggling, let's do it My mother cursed the day I got involved with you She told me get up off my ass and get a job or two I told her, "Mama I love you but I won't starve with you" She said, "I pray for you son, I know you need God with you" Time to supply a block, investing in private stocks Kidnapping's for drug money, it's time that we tie the knot Til death got us sleeping inside a box Bury my money, my biggest chain and my finest watch It's no trust in that, so what the fuck is that I love the game, it's impossible it could love me back Hugging the corner, I'm praying for it to hug me back But all I felt was hate, long as my money straight So do you take this game to be your wedded wife For you to love and hold tight in the dead of night I think I do, but should I think it through 'Cause when it comes to this money, baby, I think of you [Chorus] Do you? Do you solemnly swear to take this game of hip-hop? As your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and health Til death do you apart [Verse 2] Married the game now I’m thinkin' about divorcing it I got her pregnant, I’m thinkin' about abortin' it I’m an extortionist cause I came from an orphanage We was the poorest kids, now I’m rushin' them offices I love this bitch, she on some gutter shit And when I’m cheatin' she tries to put me on punishment 5 with the 18, 45 with a straight beam You should spit with the A-Team, now my mission's to make cream All for the greed of money, niggas will leave you blunted I’m on the streets and study, that’s why my feet up money Stand on my own two, best believe I’ma keep it gully Hands on my chrome too, best believe I’ma keep this skully I came to win, this is the game we in It’s money and murder, I play the game of sin I came to win, this is the game we in It’s money and murder, I play the game of sin [Chorus] Do you? Do you solemnly swear to take this game of hip-hop? As your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and health Til death do you apart [Outro] I do!