Church St. - Marathon lyrics

[Verse 1: Church St] I'm on my way to the studio This my "drunk in the Uber" flow Nah this is my Future flow, I need some commas and numerals My beeper is buzzin' My team in the function So please get accustomed, to leaving with nothin' To get on your song, ima need some percussion So please understand if I tweak the production You don't got my payment, no need to discuss it (oooooh) Oh you think that we buddies? You think I'd be here if it wasn't increasing my budget? I think that that's funny Don't care where you at, b**h I'm repping the A (ayyyyy) But they think it's Chicago cause I'm in Siena like twice everyday (mmmmm) And I'll be back tomorrow I order wagyu with the toasted ciabatta Tequila and lime, I do not like moscato I'm looking for work, gotta feed my hermanos You looking for me, b**h I'm here at the condo I weigh 111 but ain't no one budging me After this tape, can't nobody else f** with me n***as with girls keep on falling in love with me I'm not the one, n***a I'm not the one, n***a I'm not the- (Ooooooh) [Bridge:] I've been running this sh** so looooong, man I've been running this sh** so loooong, man, whooooooo! [Verse 2: Church St] The crowd keep on screaming “Shalani" My pockets is creamy, Chobani My boyfriend keep leaving, I'm sorry I can't keep up with my promises I don't know why they so shocked, I've always wanted this Dreaming of coupes pulling up to performances, you ain't the pa**enger n***a (nope) But you keep coming back, yeah you keep coming back That's just the masochist in ya (ooh!) Lani not having it, flake on Apache, don't come to the Madison, no I'll have you waiting outside in the cold tryna fight your way past all my n***as (ooh!) Cause they really excited (they really excited) Yeah they really excited I'm chilling beside, with a cigarette lighted My swagger, my flow, and my clique is the tightest You tryna compare and I'm literally dying (ooh!) I give the signal to Rodney He jump in the car and we're literally flying I'm in the rear of the party Drinking and feeling like Gwenyth Stefani You cannot sit at my table, I'm sick of the starving I'm 'bout to feast Send the bill to your office