Endurance Runners (feat. Larry June)

You brought it, then turn it up, nigga Yeah (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 foot 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 killed the game and got off scot-free Not a scratch on the Maserati This ain't that new shit, this that '80s model, larger body 52 millimeter Jacob if I'm not mistaken You was too young when these dropped, you probably had to fake one (fake one) 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 19 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, uh Man, numbers, man Jet Life, TFM You gon' take that chance with me? It's all the time I got left