Ken Car$on - Marathon* lyrics

Lyrics from Snippet [Pre-Chorus] Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, aye [Chorus] I cop me a house with a gate I get rich, I know these ni**as hate I was starvin', they ate in my face Now you know how your medicine taste This a marathon, this not a race I'm just tryna find my pace I get rich, I'm countin' every day I get money, I'm countin' some way And before I'm dead, I'm gettin' to that bread I call up your b*tch, I just want some head I jugg all the time, I don't understand [Verse] You know that I'm up, I don't need to flex My pockets up top, I don't need to flex Yeah push start, ain't no keys to that Get down and we shoot at his head Try to run and we shot off his legs Play with your b*tch pussy, don't play with my bread These ni**as play us, we ain't really scared You talking that tough you really like I get high [?], I'm off of these meds I just tatted my pitt, you ain't got no bae Boy you don't pay no rent, you don't pay for sh*t Yeah, Givenchy my shirt, and [?] my legs Riding my dick like he came with some pants Yeah, I just been pouring this red Yeah, and it's Wock Shawty su*k me up as soon as I drop Told her 'Baby keep going don't stop' Yeah that's just how I roll and I rock Yeah, I'm rolling off meds 'till I drop Put a bulletproof vest, you get shot in your top Swear these ni**as be thinking they cool but they not These ni**as be lame, these ni**as be hot Think it's a game boy you can get shot I got good aim, don't need a red dot Top me anyway, you thought I forgot I was fu*king your b*tch [?] She sent the location, you can see the PIN We went on location, my boys stay within [?] [Pre-Chorus] Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, aye [Chorus] I cop me a house with a gate I get rich, I know these ni**as hate I was starvin', they ate in my face Now you know how your medicine taste This a marathon, this not a race I'm just tryna find my pace I get rich, I'm countin' every day I get money, I'm countin' some way And before I'm dead, I'm gettin' to that bread I call up your b*tch, I just want some head I jugg all the time, I don't understand