Текст песни The Marathon Freestyle - Bo Dean

All work... no play
Hoes say my grind is similar to a Jose's
But I ain't mowing green I'm just bagging it racks of it
Around money y'all become passivist
Yea, I Cheer my bros on when they rise
Lift em when they fall tell em hold in they cries
Watch who you trust on the road to this prize
A Dog eat dog world and most don't go to Heaven they lied
I put blood sweat and tears on it
Hours, minutes, seconds, days, months, years on it
I wore my heart on my sleeve plus my fears was on it...
I was on this wave before my peers was on it
Life hit hard she'll get her bruises in
But learn from em sometimes you gotta lose to win
No diet all carbs my grinds bread-based
Plotting on a hustle that won't bring a fed case
Yea, lay down the law you gotta legislate
Weekend at Bernie's I move around with too much dead weight
Had to cut em off and care for me first
Dawg, what's the use of teamwork when the team don't work?
Niggas getting older time ain't getting younger
I refused to have my talent be a fuckin slumber
Cant look back and say what I should've did
Cuz that's just salt on the wounds of what I could've been
Rappers say he a challenged Dean a seasoned talent
Ever slipping I'm why the Fall trying to keep its balance
I'm a stay a show stopper keep me dough proper
Cuz I got one life to live no soap opera
No rewind... no retries, nigga once you flatline there's no revives
No time for games
Tunnel vision, I'm Ray Charles, Charles Lee Ray, blinded to the child's play
In the fast lane and I ain't slowing up
Blastin' my music when I'm rolling up so you know it's us
It's now or never, show me that ya built
Ya either live with satisfaction Or die with guilt