Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Marathon Continues , by - J Stone. Release date: 14.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Marathon Continues |
| 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? |
| 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 |
| 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) |