Curren$y, The Alchemist, Larry June - Endurance Runners lyrics

You brought it, then turn it up, nigga yeah
Uh

Living through it, making music
I found my sound, I'm faithful to it
Suit's couldn't beat me to it
Couldn't make me do it
Couldn't play me stupid
I got a homie overseas hooping
He cold enough to be in the league
But you know how the hood is
He one in the court and
One foot on the street, that can't be
(It can't be)
Picture painted perfectly, then blame me
Can't help but to vividly describe
The shit I see capital OG
Shorty was on her period
She still delivered the sloppy
I killеd the game and got off scot-free
Not a scratch on the Masеrati
This ain't that new shit
This that '80s model, larger body
52 milliliter Jacob if I'm not mistaken
You was too young when these dropped
You probably had to fake 'em
This ain't the same
I'm legendary, you just a lame
Mainstreamers bit the style and
Act like they forgot
My name when people asked 'em how
I don't call 'em out, still bubbling
Never fell off they check to see if they
Still got my number, fuck 'em
Recipe to my sauce
They need that help with the hustling
Longevity, we endurance runners
My Bapes 2006, the silhouette different
Always been the shit, I never yelled about it
She let me hit 'cause I'm legit
And I don't tell nobody
What she do, she anonymous
Though I rap about her
Up in the morning watering my flowers
While setting some on fire
After emptying my grinder
You can't fuck with me
Just let this be a reminder
You could have her back if
You find her, homie, and I ain't hiding

Italian leather chairs in the crib
I can't hold you views of the ocean while
I'm sitting back smoking
Move how I wanna 'cause
My pockets keep growing
House in Arizona with the lemonade mimosa
Elevate, gotta go hard, fuck a handout
Show you what this life 'bout
Deeper than the internet
It was roaches in the house
Now the whole family blessed
I know I can do better, so I'm thinking
"What's next?"
Whip after fucking whip, M after fucking M
I was nineteen pulling up in something
That was him
Hit the block twice before I park
You know it's politics
Still moving like I sell work
I got a life to live

Uh yeah
Man numbers, man
Jet Life tFM
You gon' take that chance with me?
'Cause all the time I got it on