Kitt F-C and Ishidoe - Marathon

Please do not pass me your marijuana
I need real gas, I need something stronger
You be talkin' trash, boy I know you on one
You ain't gonna last in the marathon
You ain't gonna last in the marathon
You gon' end up last in the marathon
You be talkin' trash, boy I know you on one
You ain't gonna last in the marathon
When I pull up I've got all the girls making noise
I think the bitches be liking my pheromones
They feelin' bitter 'cause I do not care to bone
I'm with the gang and we really just came to smoke
I've got a bag to chase
she throwin' the vag for taste
But babygirl, I only ask for face
Let's keep it pushing and ask for grace
If this a marathon, I'll go a faster pace
I'm on the beat and I swear imma lacerate
Im with TD, man, I just can't bank with Chase
Had to wait for the fame but you can't handle it
Guess they be wondering how I be managing
I am just cut from a different fabric
I be the rookie that flex on a maverick
The way I be swinging I feel like I cannot miss
drinking my rum but I'm really on cannabis
Mad at this world 'cause I got a good heart
But please do not take me as feeble
'Cause If I need to, I could turn evil
Get through my skin with a needle
I had the blood of a lion since fetal
I seen you talk and it's way too see-through
So I know for a fact that we not equals
Please do not pass me your marijuana
I need real gas, I need something stronger
You be talkin' trash, boy I know you on one
You ain't gonna last in the marathon
You ain't gonna last in the marathon
You gon' end up last in the marathon
You be talkin' trash, boy I know you on one
You ain't gonna last in the marathon
If I whoop your ass, you better laugh it off
I had to find a way to make that capping stop
Cap'n Crunch when your bones hit the floor and you seein' colors; you got acid-dropped
Watch out for what Asif drop
I swear this rap shit 'bout to pop
I see myself throwing functions up in the mansion,
tweaked-out, fuckin' on tabletops
Brooklyn boy, rest in peace to Pop
If shawty got the hips, I've got to hop
up in them lips, 'cause I like 'em thick
The way that I finish is never too quick
She said it's bussin', started cussin', but I ain't bussin'
Keep it thrustin' 'til she runnin' to that finish line, cuzzin
Levitate as soon she give me that neck
Eat her like a lunch on the days I get checks
Perfect end to a Friday, got rode like a highway,
then we fell asleep to Brubeck
Take five if you think I'll fall
Cool down and then grow some balls
I blow these boys out the water (pause)
Then I sink your career like waterfalls
Watch the drip, watch the drip, hope I don't slip
Homie don't trip; there's a method to my tricks
I don't even be hittin' licks
Just pumpin' out hits, still eatin' grits
Call me Kelly Slater; I'm surfin' on clit
I'll give you a tip, just don't let the verse go on too long
Save that for the marathon, b!

Written by:
A. Alli, K. Flamer-Caldera

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