J. Stone - The Marathon Continues lyrics

LA, 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)