The Marathon Continues

Lyrics

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle & J. Stone] L.A, lemme see y'all motherfucking hands right now Hold up, Stone, hold up, Stone, hold up, Stone (Yeah, yeah) Hold on, come back out here (Yeah, yeah) Y'all make some motherfucking noise for my day one homeboy, Infant J. Stone Thank y'all, thank y'all, The Marathon Continues (Believe that) Victory Lap tonight, though (Victory Lap tonight, though, what's up?) Yeah, tonight, though Long time comin', huh? [Verse 1: J. Stone] Either you gon' fold or step up to the plate When it's your time to bat, you show them that you great Life is what you make it, hope you make your movement I hope your opportunity survives the opportunist Dreams, goals, aspirations Dedicated, fuck how long it take, we never waited, we elevated Thought we was gon' stop? We accelerated Through all the ups and downs we been through, at least we made it Jealous niggas hated and the police raided Took a nigga from the block to the police station We wrote it all down, nigga, we mapped it out Niggas jealous 'cause they wanna rap, what's that about? Niggas wanna bang for the clout, what's that about? Been from the gang, it's some shit I'd never rap about Just some young niggas tryna make it out On the road to riches, they was lost, we had a paper route Damn, I wish Nip and Fatts was here How y'all die at thirty-something after banging all them years? You know what we live by, nigga, we ain't had no fear All this money, power, fame, still can't make y'all reappear Somehow I'ma keep this marathon goin' I know now it's on me plus I'm God's chosen I know it's a lot of niggas not goin' Just like I know it's a lot of Treys that's not Rollin' Both of y'all tell me, "Keep this shit flowin'" Who the fuck you thought gon' keep this shit goin'? Me, Cobby, Pacman, Black Sam Cuzz Capone, Killa Twan, BH and A Dam Hoggy left some blue faces in your casket Adam left you a Backwood rolled hella fat I left a blue rag and an All Money In hat YG poured an Ace of Spades, I poured Clicquot We took you through the whole LA, it was Nip day Obama wrote you a letter, what more can I say? Stevie sung at your funeral, nigga, you the great "The Marathon Continues", that's what you would say [Outro: Nipsey Hussle & J. Stone] Ay, so look, hold on, hold on one second I'ma tell you something about me and this nigga J. Stone We used to sell fake dope, real shit (Real shit) Just so we get our little two-for-fifteen weed sacks And go back in the studio and make records, I used to be this nigga engineer On Monday and he'll rap He'll be my engineer on Tuesday and I'll rap I'm just saying as to sell y'all Staying down, hard work can go a long way Make some noise for my nigga one more time Ay, now listen (Salute)