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