Yeah
Long live
Pain we from
Gotta paint this picture
Gonna run til outta breath
Build my own need no one else
Never starve, nor will I fail
Marathon til nothing left
So I jog til I prevail
Get a pace and find my step
Pool of blood all on the steps
Hold his head til nothing left, life
Wasting no time
Took losses while I was on grind
Ain't need me no help
Knew of my purpose to shine
Stayed elevated I climbed, for me to excel
Folks was just taking they shots
Waiting for me just to bubble, ain't need me ah deal
Chasing my way to the cream, neighborhood number is two one five
That's word to Meek Mill
Took my bro hit at me home
Got me more guns ammunition I'm armored and shield
Ain't going in vain, run alone
Closing my eyes while I smile cause I picture him still
Voicemails of him all in my phone
Mafioso like we Corleone's
That's just what it is
Preferring the wealth over fame
Master P of my hood making change
They screaming my name, Yeah
Different hoes they feed me game
For me just to slip and give my brain
Price for the cost that's of the game
Lane of my own will never change
Our souls should be shackled up in chains
Sacrificed it for niggas
Some backstabbing knifing ass niggas
I'm living so righteous my niggas
Hearing or seeing no evil
I won't even speaketh
Gonna run til outta breath
Build my own need no one else
Never starve, nor will I fail
Marathon til nothing left
So I jog til I prevail
Get a pace and find my step
Pool of blood all on the steps
Hold his head til nothing left
Taking my time
Pacing no racing my grind
Got ah Rolex for the time?
Booger the bezel to shine
Loving the way that it hit it relaxes my mind
Bro hit relax and recline
Dion while I'm at my prime
See how the time fly by
Get sleep to rest my eyes
Petite like Sunset Drive
Brown skin the sexiest thighs
Cool whipped caramel eyes
She got the coolest vibe
Stacking our bread we grind
Remind me of you and I
Winning the pace of this marathon
Stacking our paper til it's in the sky
I got it you get it my nigga
We living forever an that be no lie, yeah
Gonna run til outta breath
Build my own need no one else
Never starve, nor will I fail
Marathon til nothing left
So I jog til I prevail
Get a pace and find my step
Pool of blood all on the steps
Hold his head til nothing left
Yeah
Hold his head til nothing left, yeah
Hold his head til nothing left
Pool of blood all on the steps
Hold his head til nothing left
In his body was six shells
Hold his head til nothing left, life
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English
Yeah
Long live
Pain we from
Gotta paint this picture
Gonna run til outta breath
Build my own need no one else
Never starve, nor will I fail
Marathon til nothing left
So I jog til I prevail
Get a pace and find my step
Pool of blood all on the steps
Hold his head til nothing left, life
Wasting no time
Took losses while I was on grind
Ain't need me no help
Knew of my purpose to shine
Stayed elevated I climbed, for me to excel
Folks was just taking they shots
Waiting for me just to bubble, ain't need me ah deal
Chasing my way to the cream, neighborhood number is two one five
That's word to Meek Mill
Took my bro hit at me home
Got me more guns ammunition I'm armored and shield
Ain't going in vain, run alone
Closing my eyes while I smile cause I picture him still
Voicemails of him all in my phone
Mafioso like we Corleone's
That's just what it is
Preferring the wealth over fame
Master P of my hood making change
They screaming my name, Yeah
Different hoes they feed me game
For me just to slip and give my brain
Price for the cost that's of the game
Lane of my own will never change
Our souls should be shackled up in chains
Sacrificed it for niggas
Some backstabbing knifing ass niggas
I'm living so righteous my niggas
Hearing or seeing no evil
I won't even speaketh
Gonna run til outta breath
Build my own need no one else
Never starve, nor will I fail
Marathon til nothing left
So I jog til I prevail
Get a pace and find my step
Pool of blood all on the steps
Hold his head til nothing left
Taking my time
Pacing no racing my grind
Got ah Rolex for the time?
Booger the bezel to shine
Loving the way that it hit it relaxes my mind
Bro hit relax and recline
Dion while I'm at my prime
See how the time fly by
Get sleep to rest my eyes
Petite like Sunset Drive
Brown skin the sexiest thighs
Cool whipped caramel eyes
She got the coolest vibe
Stacking our bread we grind
Remind me of you and I
Winning the pace of this marathon
Stacking our paper til it's in the sky
I got it you get it my nigga
We living forever an that be no lie, yeah
Gonna run til outta breath
Build my own need no one else
Never starve, nor will I fail
Marathon til nothing left
So I jog til I prevail
Get a pace and find my step
Pool of blood all on the steps
Hold his head til nothing left
Yeah
Hold his head til nothing left, yeah
Hold his head til nothing left
Pool of blood all on the steps
Hold his head til nothing left
In his body was six shells
Hold his head til nothing left, life
Long live
Pain we from
Gotta paint this picture
Gonna run til outta breath
Build my own need no one else
Never starve, nor will I fail
Marathon til nothing left
So I jog til I prevail
Get a pace and find my step
Pool of blood all on the steps
Hold his head til nothing left, life
Wasting no time
Took losses while I was on grind
Ain't need me no help
Knew of my purpose to shine
Stayed elevated I climbed, for me to excel
Folks was just taking they shots
Waiting for me just to bubble, ain't need me ah deal
Chasing my way to the cream, neighborhood number is two one five
That's word to Meek Mill
Took my bro hit at me home
Got me more guns ammunition I'm armored and shield
Ain't going in vain, run alone
Closing my eyes while I smile cause I picture him still
Voicemails of him all in my phone
Mafioso like we Corleone's
That's just what it is
Preferring the wealth over fame
Master P of my hood making change
They screaming my name, Yeah
Different hoes they feed me game
For me just to slip and give my brain
Price for the cost that's of the game
Lane of my own will never change
Our souls should be shackled up in chains
Sacrificed it for niggas
Some backstabbing knifing ass niggas
I'm living so righteous my niggas
Hearing or seeing no evil
I won't even speaketh
Gonna run til outta breath
Build my own need no one else
Never starve, nor will I fail
Marathon til nothing left
So I jog til I prevail
Get a pace and find my step
Pool of blood all on the steps
Hold his head til nothing left
Taking my time
Pacing no racing my grind
Got ah Rolex for the time?
Booger the bezel to shine
Loving the way that it hit it relaxes my mind
Bro hit relax and recline
Dion while I'm at my prime
See how the time fly by
Get sleep to rest my eyes
Petite like Sunset Drive
Brown skin the sexiest thighs
Cool whipped caramel eyes
She got the coolest vibe
Stacking our bread we grind
Remind me of you and I
Winning the pace of this marathon
Stacking our paper til it's in the sky
I got it you get it my nigga
We living forever an that be no lie, yeah
Gonna run til outta breath
Build my own need no one else
Never starve, nor will I fail
Marathon til nothing left
So I jog til I prevail
Get a pace and find my step
Pool of blood all on the steps
Hold his head til nothing left
Yeah
Hold his head til nothing left, yeah
Hold his head til nothing left
Pool of blood all on the steps
Hold his head til nothing left
In his body was six shells
Hold his head til nothing left, life
Writer: Cordero Robinson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid