Marathon

Lyrics

[Chorus] I came from nothin', did it by myself Was in the trenches, I ain't had no help You would get whooped, nigga, with a belt Bitch tryin' lie me, got me knelt You ain't gotta always come in first place 'Cause life is a marathon, not a race [Verse 1] Bitch, I got that girl, get up out my face Finna call my shawty, take her on a date Bitch, I'm already late, nigga, fuck a Perc' I was deep in that trap, nigga, watch me work I was deep in that trap, nigga, watch me whip Caught an opp with banana clip, watch him slip And I'm [?] And a choppa gon' crunch a nigga like a chip Free all my niggas in the cell You lost some money, nigga, oh well He gon' switch, nigga, I can tell .556 ring em' like a bell Who's you foolin', you's a dummy Ten shots to the tummy I put yo' lights out to get funny Sippin' that Wock', movin' like a mummy I take his bread, leave em' with the crummies She suck my dick, soundin' like a gummy I just wan' grow more, can you teach me? Remember when life really tryna' beat me I was so down— ahem I- I was down bad, had to get up I need to strong, [?] do a sit-up You tryna' link, get me on that FaceTime You talkin' shit, nigga, I'ma make time [?] it was the word, I heard through the grapevine Ain't no quick shit, bitch, it take time I really work hard, you can't take mine Get me that bad bih', name Titi Fake gun, that's a BB Went through some [?], nigga come and see me I be alone, everybody leave me [Chorus] Was in the trenches, I ain't had no help You would get whooped, nigga, with a belt Bitch tryin' lie me, got me knelt You ain't gotta always come in first place 'Cause life is a marathon, not a race (Yeah) [Verse 2] I been workin' on me You don't gotta talk, nigga, they gon' see I do this for y'all, just wish we well I went through some tough times, but I made it I'm smokin' that good gas, got me faded Nigga, I don't wan' talk, get up out my hotline Two Glocks, I'mma pop mine Shawty a eater, call that bih' Khalifa Kickin' shit in the trap, not talkin' FIFA When it come to that nighttime, I'm a creeper Lay back in the choppa, nigga smokin' reefer And I'm tryna' slide, nigga, in that Kia No, you cannot hide, pussy boy I see ya' Just call me a opp', he sell my [?] [?] gon' seperate like Pangaea We gon' walk in yo' crib, nigga, last I meet ya' In that court nigga, he a [?] In- In that court, nigga, he a talker I'm tryna' bake shit, Betty Crocker G19 make him use a walker (Gang) [Outro] (Pffftt) (Ha-ha) (Ha, ha) (Duh, dum) (Duh, dum)