The Marathon Continues - J Stone

L. A, 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)