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The Marathon Video (MV)




Performed By: Slim Prophet
Length: 2:08
Written by: Tariq Abed




Slim Prophet - The Marathon Lyrics




West coast vibes but I'm an east coast spitta
Hit it then I quit it ima major league hitta
Automatic with the ratchet I ain't talking bouta trigger
Told me that his girl thick, told him mines way thicker
Said he fast to the money but I get mine quicker
I spit it how I live it ima real transmitter
Gain interest on the bag so I get more richer
Talking shit behind a screen no trigger just Twitter
Ain't feeling like yourself cause you tryna be me, damn dude eat a snickers

Dead shot aim make your main hitter jitter
Slim Prophet on the speakers makin every party litter
I ain't never give up I ain't never been a quitter
I'm in charge of the game like freaking babysitter
Put that ring on my finger shit is colder than the winter
You can call me many things don't forget to mention killer
Cause I'm a killer on the court only scoring double figures
They ask me how I'm doin and i say I'm doin bigger

Got them speakers banging
This the Fredericksburg Anthem
Got the whole Burg sangin

Drop it low, drop it low, to the floor
Yea Shawdy you know how it go
Right here drop it low, drop it low
Drop it low, drop it low
Drop that thang to the floor
Yea a lil more
Shawdy drop it low
Shawdy drop it low

Drop it low for me, show me how it go for me
You the one for me, show me how you love for me
I'm the chosen one I just cannot run from it
Target on my head but they ain't come for me
Cause if they do my homies gonna catch a body
Peep my GPA that's a summa cum laude
Ball is life but for you that shit is just a hobby
Climb the stairs to the top like my name is Rocky
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West coast vibes but I'm an east coast spitta
Hit it then I quit it ima major league hitta
Automatic with the ratchet I ain't talking bouta trigger
Told me that his girl thick, told him mines way thicker
Said he fast to the money but I get mine quicker
I spit it how I live it ima real transmitter
Gain interest on the bag so I get more richer
Talking shit behind a screen no trigger just Twitter
Ain't feeling like yourself cause you tryna be me, damn dude eat a snickers

Dead shot aim make your main hitter jitter
Slim Prophet on the speakers makin every party litter
I ain't never give up I ain't never been a quitter
I'm in charge of the game like freaking babysitter
Put that ring on my finger shit is colder than the winter
You can call me many things don't forget to mention killer
Cause I'm a killer on the court only scoring double figures
They ask me how I'm doin and i say I'm doin bigger

Got them speakers banging
This the Fredericksburg Anthem
Got the whole Burg sangin

Drop it low, drop it low, to the floor
Yea Shawdy you know how it go
Right here drop it low, drop it low
Drop it low, drop it low
Drop that thang to the floor
Yea a lil more
Shawdy drop it low
Shawdy drop it low

Drop it low for me, show me how it go for me
You the one for me, show me how you love for me
I'm the chosen one I just cannot run from it
Target on my head but they ain't come for me
Cause if they do my homies gonna catch a body
Peep my GPA that's a summa cum laude
Ball is life but for you that shit is just a hobby
Climb the stairs to the top like my name is Rocky
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Writer: Tariq Abed
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