Marathon

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Ay, E-A (nigga, that's crazy)
 E-A, east side (east side)
 East side
 Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
 Let off some steam, huh
 Let off some steam (yeah) Get that shit off
 Your chest, where's your team? (Where's your, what?)
 Aimin' for your head, fuck your vest (fuck your vest, ooh)
 We do no AK's, fuck your TEC (fuck your TEC, ooh)
 We carry them Glocks, no Rugers (no Rugers, yeah)
 Nigga gettin' popped, won't shoot us (won't shoot us, yeah)
 No, this shit won't stop (stop), niggas gettin' killed 'round here
 Dirt on my block (yeah)
 Don't get this shit misconstrued, niggas be killin' dudes
 Niggas be packin' big tools (ooh), I don't know what they do
 I am from the east side (east side), that shit bigger than a beehive
 Niggas be carryin' that fire, niggas be shootin' at niggas, no lie
 I cannot tell no lie, in the streets, know this shit was so hot
 I seen a lot of OG play with they pot when I whip out that fire
 Know I'm a young nigga
 And I'm slime for this shit, and I don't know why
 I'ma keep it real, I done see a nigga testify
 Teardrops and you fake, nigga, you ain't killed nobody
 Nigga wanna fake gangbang 'til it's time to go kill somebody
 Gotta put in the work for this shit
 Nigga, ask about it (ask about it)
 I done did some dirt in this shit, can't tell nobody (tell nobody)
 Yeah, I'ma get money (I'ma get money, nigga)
 Just want money, baby (yeah), money junkie
 'Member what y'all done seen, y'all chasin' dreams
 'Least I'm chasin' millions, gotta get money by any means
 Gotta go sell that cream, on the block, gotta serve to them fiends
 Niggas don't know what they doin', slimeball gotta sell 'em a dream
 And a bitch fuck with me so hard, but I know I sold her a dream
 Cheatin' on her nigga, she with me, just let off some steam
 Let off some steam (baby), let off some steam (yeah)
 Get that shit off your chest, where's your team? (Where's your, what?)
 Aimin' for your head, fuck your vest (fuck your vest, ooh)
 We do no AK's, fuck your TEC (fuck your TEC, ooh)
 We carry them Glocks, no Rugers (no Rugers, yeah)
 Nigga gettin' popped, won't shoot us (won't shoot us, yeah)
 No, this shit won't stop (stop), niggas gettin' killed 'round here
 Dirt on my block (yeah)
 Gotta keep your eye open, watch out for them cops
 And you gotta watch your back, watch out for them opps
 And you gotta watch your partners, friends get you popped
 Loyalty over everything, they know how I rock
 Never change for no fame, still on my block
 Say when you get money that you're 'posed to leave the block
 When I got enough money, I'm comin' to buy the block
 From the bottom to the top, steppin' in my penthouse
 Gucci flops, bad bitches walkin' round, no panties in them Gucci socks
 Presidential Rollie, gotta check the clock
 Smokin' on a Cuban, and I'm on a yacht
 And that Cuban filled up with ganja, more ganja
 Big blunts, you know I just stuff 'em and puff 'em
 Baby lookin' good to me, Young Nudy got to fuck her
 Done with ya, no answer, then baby, I won't cuff ya
 Man tryna shoot at me 'bout pussy, I don't, uh-uh
 Let off some steam, let off some steam (yeah)
 Get that shit off your chest, where's your team? (Where's your, what?)
 Aimin' for your head, fuck your vest (fuck your vest, ooh)
 We do no AK's, fuck your TEC (fuck your TEC, ooh)
 We carry them Glocks, no Rugers (no Rugers, yeah)
 Nigga gettin' popped, won't shoot us (won't shoot us, yeah)
 No, this shit won't stop (stop), niggas gettin' killed 'round here
 Dirt on my block (yeah)
 

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Duration
04:00
Key
5
Tempo
144 BPM

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