Marathon Or Race

Griselda by Fashion Rebels

You know what the fuck it is

Yo

Feel a rush when we touch papes (uh-huh)

Copped drugs, opened up duct tape, my aim's to fill up safe

My nigga just came home from upstate (yeah)

Next stop is top of the world like Brandy and Mase

Ferraris to race, the mule, and the 40-acre plays (uh-huh)

Still with a trap phone ringin', they used to call for base (what?)

Cuddies in the hall, saw it all, knew it was more to chase

Tell me how you view this shit, a marathon or a race? (What?)

No comparison to my pace, I'm still lappin' niggas

Dumb thinkin' we neck and neck, they only seein' half the picture

The other half of the Kodak Black

Tunnel vision what they lack, that's why we ain't never interact (never)

Old-school shit, put a little pneumonia in the crack

Different kinda batch, when I rap, it's like Cinemax

Songs from a sinner, few regrets, I gotta live with that

Pour the gas, lit the match, now it's all flames

I'm Ghost Rider speedin' in the lanes, swingin' chains

You niggas is small change, the biker jacket is Balmain (uh)

This the eight ball in the corner pocket, I call game

Pull out your cord, fall on your sword, absorin' all game (yeah)

I'm a lord, you a fuckin' stain

Get knocked off like dark-skin Jermaine, no need to explain (baow-baow)

Brrt

Super FLYGOD

Ayo

Prada stains on the Willy Chava', phones is liver (ah, ah)

Meet me at the Ritz in a half an hour

If the money ain't all there, then shoot his ass (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)

I came through, .40 cal in a lucha mask (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)

Same shit from Rey Mysterio versus the Big Show

Jaden Smith melt the Louboutins on my big toe

Lurk up by the liquor store and wait for my signal

If he gotta go, we gotta (mm)

You outta pocket, get your shit lopsided (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)

Eastside Buffalo niggas all violent (brrt, doot-doot-doot-doot)

Pray for your codies, niggas stay silent (ah)

Gas stoves tickin', lit the pilot for the malice (whoo)

I was up in USP in designer (ah)

055, in my cell eatin' lasagna (mm)

I know you know your whole clique vagina (ah)

I know you know (I know you know)

You know I'm sayin'? I just feel like, you know, nobody can fuck with me

So, but like Rome, incredible artist

Incredible, this is just the beginnin' with him