Endurance Runners Songtext
You brought it, then turn it up, nigga
Yeah
Uh
Living through it, making music
I found my sound, I'm faithful to it
Suits couldn't beat me to it, couldn't make me do it, couldn't play me stupid
I got a homie overseas hooping
He cold enough to be in the league, but you know how the hood is
He one in the court and one foot on the street, that can't be (It can't be)
Yeah
Uh
Living through it, making music
I found my sound, I'm faithful to it
Suits couldn't beat me to it, couldn't make me do it, couldn't play me stupid
I got a homie overseas hooping
He cold enough to be in the league, but you know how the hood is
He one in the court and one foot on the street, that can't be (It can't be)
Picture painted perfectly, then blame me
Can't help but to vividly describe the shit I see
Capital OG
Shorty was on her period, she still delivered the sloppy
I killеd the game and got off scot-free
Not a scratch on the Masеrati
This ain't that new shit, this that '80s model, larger body
52 milliliter Jacob if I'm not mistaken
You was too young when these dropped, you probably had to fake 'em
This ain't the same
I'm legendary, you just a lame
Mainstreamers bit the style and act like they forgot my name when people asked 'em how
I don't call 'em out, still bubbling, never fell off
They check to see if they still got my number, fuck 'em
Recipe to my sauce, they need that help with the hustling
Longevity, we endurance runners
My Bapes 2006, the silhouette different
Always been the shit, I never yelled about it
She let me hit 'cause I'm legit and I don't tell nobody
What she do, she anonymous, though I rap about her Up in the morning watering my flowers while setting some on fire
After emptying my grinder
You can't fuck with me, just let this be a reminder
You could have her back if you find her, homie, and I ain't hiding
Italian leather chairs in the crib, I can't hold you
Views of the ocean while I'm sitting back smoking
Move how I wanna 'cause my pockets keep growing
House in Arizona with the lemonade mimosa
Elevate, gotta go hard, fuck a handout
Show you what this life 'bout
Deeper than the internet
It was roaches in the house, now the whole family blessed
I know I can do better, so I'm thinking, "What's next?"
Whip after fucking whip, M after fucking M
I was nineteen pulling up in something, that was him
Hit the block twice before I park, you know it's politics
Still moving like I sell work, I got a life to live
Uh
Yeah
Man
Numbers, man
Jet Life
TFM
You gon' take that chance with me?
'Cause all the time I got it on
Can't help but to vividly describe the shit I see
Capital OG
Shorty was on her period, she still delivered the sloppy
I killеd the game and got off scot-free
Not a scratch on the Masеrati
This ain't that new shit, this that '80s model, larger body
52 milliliter Jacob if I'm not mistaken
You was too young when these dropped, you probably had to fake 'em
This ain't the same
I'm legendary, you just a lame
Mainstreamers bit the style and act like they forgot my name when people asked 'em how
I don't call 'em out, still bubbling, never fell off
They check to see if they still got my number, fuck 'em
Recipe to my sauce, they need that help with the hustling
Longevity, we endurance runners
My Bapes 2006, the silhouette different
Always been the shit, I never yelled about it
She let me hit 'cause I'm legit and I don't tell nobody
What she do, she anonymous, though I rap about her Up in the morning watering my flowers while setting some on fire
After emptying my grinder
You can't fuck with me, just let this be a reminder
You could have her back if you find her, homie, and I ain't hiding
Italian leather chairs in the crib, I can't hold you
Views of the ocean while I'm sitting back smoking
Move how I wanna 'cause my pockets keep growing
House in Arizona with the lemonade mimosa
Elevate, gotta go hard, fuck a handout
Show you what this life 'bout
Deeper than the internet
It was roaches in the house, now the whole family blessed
I know I can do better, so I'm thinking, "What's next?"
Whip after fucking whip, M after fucking M
I was nineteen pulling up in something, that was him
Hit the block twice before I park, you know it's politics
Still moving like I sell work, I got a life to live
Uh
Yeah
Man
Numbers, man
Jet Life
TFM
You gon' take that chance with me?
'Cause all the time I got it on
