The Marathon Continues

L.A lemme see your motherfucking hands right now
 Hold on Stone, hold on Stone, hold on 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, wassup
 Long time coming 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, I hope you make movement
 I hope your opportunity survives the opportunist
 Dreams, Goals, Aspirations
 Dedicated, fuck how long it takes, 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 never rap about
 Just some young niggas trying to 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 30 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 going
 I know now it's on me plus I'm God's chosen
 I know it's a lot of niggas not going
 Just like I know it's a lot of trey's that's not rollin'
 Both of y'all told me, keep this shit flowing
 Who the fuck you thought gon keep this shit going
 Me, Cobby, Pacman, Black Sam, Cuzzy Capone, Killatwan, BH and A Down
 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 cliqué
 We took you through the whole LA it was NIP day
 Obama wrote you a letter, what more can I say
 Stevie sang at your funeral nigga you the great
 The Marathon Continues that's what you would say
 Outro: Nipsey Hussle & J. Stone]
 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
 Just so we get our little 2 to 15 weed
 Sacks and go back to the studio and make records
 I used to be this nigga engineer on Monday and he'll rap
 He'd be my engineer on Tuesday and I'll rap
 I'm just saying, staying down and hard work can go a long way
 Make some noise for my nigga one more time
 Aye now listen
 Salute