Phocuz & J-Mac - Marathon

This for my Carolina kids wit a penchant for that rap shit , might cop me a pendant of a pen and write a classic , got bones in my closet , know my notepads jurrasic, that fly shit only , ain’t me or Swift then it’s trash bitch
I ain’t a dealer or a killer but I’m hard , tho i do prescribe bars , to the listeners involved , get ya fix , chicks be on my dick , cause I’m a star
See I was entertained by the violence that i was taught , i would imitate it when battles were in the hall, the writing on the wall ain’t as legible to us all , niggas pop fly and get lined up like ground balls , that’s why i speak a little different when I’m round y’all

Eating mahi mahi wit the possey , sipping warm saki , plum sauce dip dripping on my off white hurraches , strategizing on my takeover your days are number, i Ubered everywhere them niggas passed me in a hummer , what a bummer , ima verse away from my come up , it’s a cash money summer hot boys 1 up , my legal hustle got me stunting on u niggas what up? I heard that rap shit back , since niggas out the trap , 96 nas shit nigga , I’ll pull up in the ac , air max 97s , jewels on my chest and back , rewind my fresh god , got point game let’s run it back ,
Ima chip off the old block , brick off the whole rock , clip out the old glock , spit like the old pac , u riding waves u a fan , while my boat dock , i used to rock nautica dreaming of a yacht , spending time wit my circle , like the hands on my watch , spent a band on my daughter dropped a band on my watch , and i watched niggas climb from the bottom to the top , blow they money on a drop , don’t save money for the drop shit they always drop


This for my Carolina kids wit a penchant for that rap shit , might cop me a pendant of a pen and write a classic , got bones in my closet , know my notepads jurrasic, that fly shit only , ain’t me or Swift then it’s trash bitch

Here i am at 30 a Slavs to my employer , still tryna blow like smoke through marijuana, you’ll feel the finest , when you refine it , that’s a reminder , ya fail to find it they won’t ever fail to remind ya , just focus on the future the past will often blind ya , i know u can’t see it u still looking behind ya
I’m rocking off brand , cause it’s still fuck designer , copping gucci ain’t never made me a hotter rhymer , conversations wit myself on the state of rap , to say the least I’m at peace if I’m stating facts , wit T marsh on the beat I’m a need a plaque , i gave you jewels on this track and ima need em back

Written by:
JAMAL BRYANT, KALEB MITCHELL JENNINGS

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