Marathon lyrics

[Chorus]
I came from nothing, did it by myself
Was in the trenches, I ain't had no help
You would get whooped, n*gga, with a belt
b*tch 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]
b*tch I got that girl, get up out my face
Finna call my shawty, take her on a date
b*tch I'm already late, n*gga, f*ck a perc'
I was deep in that trap, n*gga, watch me work
I was deep in that trap, n*gga, watch me whip
Caught an opp with banana clip, watch him slip
And I'm [?]
And a choppa gon' crunch a n*gga like a chip
Free all my n*ggas, in the cell
You lost some money, oh well
He gon' switch, n*gga, 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 di*k, 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' sh*t, n*gga, I'mma make time
[?] it was the word, I heard through the grapevine
Ain't no quick sh*t, b*tch, 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 [?], n*gga 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, n*gga, with a belt
b*tch 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, n*gga, 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
n*gga, I don't wan' talk, get up out my hotline
2 Glocks, I'mma pump mine
Shawty a eater, call that bih' Khalifa
You can sh*t in the trap now, talkin' FIFA
When it come to that nighttime, I'm a creeper
Lay back in the choppa, n*gga smokin' reefer
And I'm tryna' slide, n*gga, in that [?]
No, you cannot hide, pus*y boy I see ya'
Just call me a opp', he sell my [?]
[?] like Vegeta
We gon' walk in yo' crib, n*gga, last I meet ya'
In that court n*gga, he a [?]
In- In that court, n*gga, he a talker
I'm tryna' bake sh*t, Betty Crocker
G19, n*gga needs a walker
Gang
[Outro]
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