[Intro: Nipsey Hussle & J. Stone]
L.A, lemme see y'all motherfucking hands right now
Hold up, Stone, hold up, Stone, hold up, Stone
(Yeah, yeah) Hold on, come back out here (Yeah, yeah)
Y'all make some motherfucking noise for my day one homeboy, Infant J. Stone
Thank y'all, thank y'all, The Marathon Continues (Believe that)
Victory Lap tonight, though (Victory Lap tonight, though, what's up?) Yeah, tonight, though
Long time comin', huh?

[Verse 1: J. Stone]
Either you gon' fold or step up to the plate
When it's your time to bat, you show them that you great
Life is what you make it, hope you make your movement
I hope your opportunity survives the opportunist
Dreams, goals, aspirations
Dedicated, fuck how long it take, we never waited, we elevated
Thought we was gon' stop? We accelerated
Through all the ups and downs we been through, at least we made it
Jealous n***as hated and the police raided
Took a n***a from the block to the police station
We wrote it all down, n***a, we mapped it out
N***as jealous 'cause they wanna rap, what's that about?
N***as wanna bang for the clout, what's that about?
Been from the gang, it's some shit I'd never rap about
Just some young n***as tryna make it out
On the road to riches, they was lost, we had a paper route
Damn, I wish Nip and Fatts was here
How y'all die at thirty-something after banging all them years?
You know what we live by, n***a, we ain't had no fear
All this money, power, fame, still can't make y'all reappear
Somehow I'ma keep this marathon goin'
I know now it's on me plus I'm God's chosen
I know it's a lot of n***as not goin'
Just like I know it's a lot of Treys that's not Rollin'
Both of y'all tell me, "Keep this shit flowin'"
Who the fuck you thought gon' keep this shit goin'?
Me, Cobby, Pacman, Black Sam
Cuzz Capone, Killa Twan, BH and A Dam
Hoggy left some blue faces in your casket
Adam left you a Backwood rolled hella fat
I left a blue rag and an All Money In hat
YG poured an Ace of Spades, I poured Clicquot
We took you through the whole LA, it was Nip day
Obama wrote you a letter, what more can I say?
Stevie sung at your funeral, n***a, you the great
"The Marathon Continues", that's what you would say
[Outro: Nipsey Hussle & J. Stone]
Ay, so look, hold on, hold on one second
I'ma tell you something about me and this n***a J. Stone
We used to sell fake dope, real shit (Real shit)
Just so we get our little two-for-fifteen weed sacks
And go back in the studio and make records, I used to be this n***a engineer
On Monday and he'll rap
He'll be my engineer on Tuesday and I'll rap
I'm just saying as to sell y'all
Staying down, hard work can go a long way
Make some noise for my n***a one more time
Ay, now listen (Salute)