I think that anybody can apply the marathon concept to what they do, if it's sports, if it's fashion, if it's music, if it's hustling, whatever, you're on a marathon, you know what I'm saying, what I'm saying, what I'm saying

Yeah, and we sip to the past, times that are gone, we ain't never getting back, well we ain't sweating that, we winning now, running the victory lap, make history, they'll discuss us in history class

Remember when my homie Dame used to beatbox, sounded as hot as steam, flying out a steam pot, life has us down, but I turned it around and got in some clean shots

Ex-bitch left me for some dude in a cowboy hat, dude wishes he was me, let's not downplay that, cause I got pics of these bitches and I'll put them on blast

I ain't savage enough to leak them though, me and Nick were high as fuck when we went to the Wiz Khalifa show, bump my new songs in the car till the speakers blow, just left the store and I spent a couple hundred, then I'll hit up my homies and we'll be getting blunted

Rap's similar to alcohol, it could upset your stomach, you're always looking at the has beens, not the ones who are up and coming, roll up all my insecurities, burn them up in smoke

Put my names on the ballot, shit's corrupt but I still love to vote, bust a gasket when I bust the flow, wintertime coming so it's time to shovel snow

Humanity's so cold the world will thaw, if I spit this in Florida humidity my lyrics are still raw, we all know that words can cut deeper than skill saws

As a kid was out past my curfew until dark, getting to work on music like when a drill sparks, I be making ill art that brings the heat to those with chilled hearts

It's like the summertime when our souls get thawn out, been fucked over so many times that I lost count, you an enemy of me you'll get called out, always staying guarded it's tough to tear my walls down

Thought I was the one who was funny but you all clowns, even if they try to trip me I'll never fall down, they know me when they don't know me that's how it be in a small town

Yeah and we sip to the past, times that are gone we ain't never getting back, well we ain't sweating that, we winning now running the victory lap, make history they'll discuss us in history class

They were predicting my purpose when all I ever wanted to do was scribble the verses, I do my best to give them a perfect description of how I feel in the exact moment, it really sucks when you think about the past don't it

I don't think you ever see me that focused, I'll be spreading love on earth until my last moment, I don't think I'll ever receive it back homie, walking down the path by myself yeah I'm not lonely

Cause I'd rather walk alone, the people around here are mad phony, my circle tight so right now it's an oval, only friends I really fuck with nowadays are Liv & Koval

Have you think I'm antisocial but I spit these vocals, weight on my back like I'm trying to lift the whole globe, taking over the spot we gon' take the whole zone

Showing y'all the proper method for those that don't know, they'll play it by the rules of stipulations, can't care less if you bitches hating, I got a fat joint rolled in some liquor waiting, get whatever I want cause I been so patient

I hope my name starts buzzing around the whole nation, I heard your raps there ain't nothing in your statements, could also probably give the flow a facelift, because everything you talk it's makeshift

Had to regroup life was speeding by and I had to hit the brakes quick, I'm not where I wanna be and I hate it, graduated college but we never celebrated, seems like all my accomplishments get thrown in a waste bin, at this age it can be really hard to make friends

Fuck these thoughts let me get back to the grind and make ends, I had enough of these motherfucking fake friends

Yeah and we sipped to the past, times that are gone we ain't never getting back, well we ain't sweating that, we winning now running the victory lap, make history they'll discuss us in history class

At the end of the day I try my best, hop into bed it's time to give my eyes a rest, put in the work so by the end of the week I'll hire check, being rude don't work so just try respect

At the end of the day I try my best, hop into bed it's time to give my eyes a rest, put in the work so by the end of the week I'll hire check, being rude don't work so just try respect

With how I'm rapping now there ain't no way I'm backing down, in the barn like packing loud, Alfredo mixing to match the sound, don't be jealous there's plenty of love to pass around, not letting the time pass me now, because I did before, they ducking me like they hit the floor, pay attention to my old raps and how I spit before, because it's all different now

Chronic Chronicles, it's my life and I don't front a lie, get the love spreader than multiply