Correction Paroles The Marathon - Chasin’ $ par Qusai

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Yeah
Run Junxion in this piece
Got Qusai on the track
J-City where you at?
Y'all better come Run with the Junxion, ya heard?
We doing big things on this side
J-City where you at?

Yessir!
Living the life of stars and lights
When the season approach with short days and long nights
But damn it's like a jungle somеtimes it makes me wondеr
How I keep from going under like a thugger
Not in it for the fame (Yup), I'm in it for the money
I'm getting the fame though, I'm not getting the money
It's funny how the industry works، the mind at time
prime intertwined in order for you to shine (Shiet!)
I do my doo-doo by my lonely now (Trust no one)
Don't get caught up in it, or your ass is done (Ass is done)
I keep grinding and hustling, you keep hitting and grilling
All the talk, and no walk, yourself is what you feeling
You need to put a sock in it, and shut the hell up
I'm like Rocky Balboa "I will never give up"
So give me my space [?] I will book your face
Fallen like Twitter and YouTube yo case, n***a

Yeah! New member soon as you enter
Nothing but love homie, even put you in the center
It's hard out here, and don't need to present to (Don't)
And explain the situation as plain as cold winter
But I'm chilling with the brothers here
And in case you don't hear my sh*t, I'm getting near to the [?]
I'm the man in your ear
Ain't telling you sh*t, it just ain't clickin'
But no[?] we stay on point (Loop)
Hotter than a summer baby[?]
'Bout to ball on em swing [?]
And of course your boy Q spitting
Arabs Got Talent, yeah but nothing missing
Moh Flow glisten and time pass by
So much written and rhymes got

Chasin' money
Just enough to live life, how I roll
And I be blunting
Higher than a motherf**ka, tryna write this song (Yup)
Better run from me
'Cause we running this city, this is the marathon
In this piece I'm funkin'
Uzi with the shots (Bawo), catch a bullets to your dome
Chasin' money
Just enough to live life, how I roll
And I be blunting
Higher than a motherf**ka, tryna write this song (Yup)
Better run from me
'Cause we running this city, this is the marathon
In this piece I'm funkin'
Uzi with the shots (Bawo), catch a bullets to your dome

Life of glare, [?]
Women getting all here [?]
I don't give f**k like that [?]
People act up like that [?]

My application to the game, is mercenary in range
Put aside the good times, meant to uplift the pain
Make all the times great, it's part of our fate (Fo' sure)
MCs hungry spin the food and go for the plate
What you [?] settle for cause less than an a [?]
Way outta place [?] jackass is call you [?]
Not able to compete, shouldn't even be in this race (No)
Since you volunteer just for Majic lay in that grape
It's not the last of a dying breed, first of a growing seed
Investable words to give 'em other rapper allergies
Uzi gloomy with the drums, Moh flip it from the tongue
Q drew it off the top, Majic flip until it's none

I put my foot to the gas and [?] this high speed
This still ain't stopping [?] blind follow
Being the soul of a hater see that he hallow
Fake [?] gangsta rap I never mallow
Uzi on the beat, while you soak in your sorrow
Lose me and defeat, don't provoke the Apollo
with my heat that I force you to swallow
how sweet to haters so follow
We ain't spreading, chasing money got me soaring
The greed [?] and we never stop boring
I stay high, I got Alice in the sky
What's a cherry feeling without a piece of a pie
Came loose in the wild, big game hunting
Never choose, just bow or b*t*h-made running (Never that)
Weathering the storm, [?] gunning
For this marathon, Run Junxion get it on
Let's go

Life of glare, [?]
Women get– getting all here [?]
I don't give f**k like that [?]
People act up like that [?]

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