M A R A T H O N Lyrics

I came up straight from the bottom chopsticks they bang, I'mma shotta

I get any bitch I want You know if I spot her, you know that I got her

Please do not play games with me, boy, you

know I'm not a regular rapper

My jersey in the sky, hang in the rafters

I was here before , and I'm still gon' be after

Fuck nigga talkin', I ain't with the chatter

I fucked on that bitch and he mad, do it matter?

I ran it up quick, now I'm top of the ladder

I'm swingin', these hits out the park like a batter

I just took his hoe and ian even have to grab her

I roll all my opps in a leaf smokin' Grabba

King of the hut and I ain't talkin' Jabba

I don't want her pussy, I want her saliva

I keep it on me, I keep it on me

They stealin' my style, they just wanna clone me

I came up from nothin', ate bread and bologna

The game can get cold and she can get lonely

I put some ice on my watch and I came out the jeweler

You know that I make this shit snowy

My bitch, she all about her money

She been swipin' cards, I might just call that bitch Stoney

I got a white ho that's up in Montana She cook up the bricks, she callin' me Tony

I told her bring me a extra from across the border

She did it, I gave her a bonus

My niggas trapped, yeah, we trapped out the yard

These hoes, they wanna eat me, that's on God

Everything that I drop is gon' be hard

I can never leave without a rod

I shoot my shot like it's Curry, my jersey

Ran up these racks yea, we did it in that hurry

This gas in my blunt, yeah, it got my eyes blurry

This Ice on my chain got me cold like McFlurry

I'm not Arabian might wear a turban

We whippin' up back to back, big black suburban

That bitch tinted out, so you don't know who swerving

These hoes on my line, now I know constantly curvin

I'm just gettin' started, I'm constantly learnin

And look at this money that I'm out here earnin

We keep us on fire, you gon' leave outta here burnin

They readin' your eulogy, all at the sermon

I don't fuck with rats, I'll kill a vermin

Racks on my neck, the tables are turnin

You dead if you lack, so keep a burner

Life is a marathon, this shit a journey