THE MARATHON CONTINUES

Body for body
My young niggas cracking
But they get it popping
They care for a second but first chance they get they gone change up the topic
My pockets they blue they blue they blue they bluer than slauson
Look mama i blew i blew i blew i blossomed
Came from the bottom of bottom
Grew up with killers and robbers
Played with some nines and some choppas
I’m finally seeing the problems
Kids growing up with no father
Tryna make changes why bother
Walk down yo block and get slaughtered
Fuck the crackers the system and cops
What if you die on yo block
Every 10 mins a shot
How you kill nipsey from sixties
All of the kids i’m vincinty
Is it cause he was buying the buildings
Tell the kids they potential is endless
Moving solo i swear i swear i’m so friendless
All smiles but i swear i’m pretending
Yeah i’m banging da 6 til infinity
Dem my cuzzins but dey ain’t kin to me
Tell these young niggas stop all the killings
But y’all ain’t the reason they killing
Our circumstances is the villains
Niggas dying every week like krillen
Lil kris’s he died at the game
That’s the first time i ever felt pain
Hakeem he died by the gate
We almost secured our escape
Want the dollar give fuck bout da fame
Da neighborhood never da same
Am i dreaming i can’t be awake
I was crying at my grandma wake
Death ain’t shit but a date
No matter what it’s on the way
It begins the first breath that you take
No tomorrow just live for today
Body for body
My young niggas cracking
But they get it popping
They care for a second but first chance they get they gone change up the topic
My pockets they blue they blue they blue they bluer than slauson
Look mama i blew i blew i blew i blossomed
Came from the bottom of bottom
Grew up with killers and robbers
Played with some nines and some choppas
I’m finally seeing the problems
Kids growing up with no father
Tryna make changes why bother
Walk down yo block and get slaughtered
Fuck the crackers the system and cops
Free my lil cuz our da box
Shawty ain’t have no pops
How they found nip on his block
I’m finna go outbto slauson
They hate when niggas becoming the bosses
I swear i’m so tired of losses
I pray to Allah not no crosses
The media making up lies
I wish i could still see my guys
Got tears and blood in my eyes
Keep a weapon inside of my ride
Do anything to survive
All my angels they live in da sky
Know the angles i see from all sides
3.12 ima roll til die
Tell my niggas c safe when dey here
Feeling every emotion but fear
How you die at 30 something after banging all of them years
All niggas wanted was benz and to put some up for the kids
Fucc a color we all the same skin
But ima throw up the hood til the end
Scared of my enemies and scared of my friends
I don’t know who really want me to win
Forgive me God for all of my sins
Give me a chance i won’t do em again
The marathon ain’t ever gone end