letra de marathon - thr33
[intro]
i came from nothing, did it by myself
[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
[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
[?] clip, watch you 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
[?] 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 d-ck, 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, p-ssy 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’
[outro]
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
(pffftt)
(haha)
(ha, ha)
(duh, dum)
(duh, dum)
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