Ayy son, we gon' shit on them niggas Yeah, it's our time, huh
It's time to get it, ain't it? Yeah, I hear you, man
I love you
I'm at these niggas f*ckin' neck like a bowtie
I'm in the kitchen with that thriller and a four-five
These niggas flippin' like a quarter, playin' both sides
Do you know the feelin'? Cookin' dope and watchin' coke dry
Promise my team we gon' eat like a dyke, bitch
Aw, smack, we kill they dogs like we Mike Vick
I'm in Christian Dior, but I don't pray much
Reach through my chain, a hollow point, so eat your face up
Came from hangin' on the corner like I'm Klay Thompson
The livin' lavish with the baddest, ain't change nothin
Really savage, I ain't got the time, though
In the city schemin', demon with a gun, bruh
American gangsta, Martin Luther King flow
I'm from a city where you gotta keep that thing close
I grip the nine like tiger in his prime
Yeah, my city full of coke, but we never really seen snow
The marathon continues, it never started great
But the world's a f*ckin' stage, you gotta part to play
When my partner died, I damn near really caught a case
I'm like a f*ckin' blue strip, I'm f*ckin' hard to break
I'm hearin' voices in my head, not a spare soul
I ain't no singer, but them keys low like baritones
I lost some soldiers in the field, somehow I carry on
Runnin' till my heart stop, this shit a marathon
Said I'm runnin', I'm runnin
Said I'm runnin', I'm runnin
Said I'm runnin', I'm runnin', yeah, yeah
Said I'm runnin', I'm runnin
Said I'm runnin', I'm runnin
Said I'm runnin', I'm runnin', yeah, yeah
Rest in peace, Nipsey
The marathon continues
Shootin' slow
It's pain and rain
Puttin' away insignificant nonsense
And restoring all important needs
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