Approach

Can't finish last
Marathon coast
They know my swagg it's all pro
Don't fuck up yo bag fuckin wit yo nose
You never bought tags for none of my clothes
You never bought bags from none of my bros
All of my life I stuck to a code
All of the pain I let go
It can get lonely on roads

New drip I put on
I been in a zone
I been flexing
Y'all been flossing wrong
I ain't jeezy but for my city yea I'm putting on
Worried bout mine
I ain't worried bout yours
Mixing up the beats and she Callin me a poet
Made a new beat just so she can throw it
Sipping out the bottle and I think it say Moët
Full throttle to the cash and I know where to go at
You just did the dash couldn't pass me and you know it
I got good gas for the hate to ignore
Foreign bad bitch yea just to explore
And I keep her wet like she never been to shore
Startin' up a wave got them going shore to shore

Can't finish last
Marathon coast
They know my swagg it's all pro
Don't fuck up yo bag fuckin wit yo nose
You never bought tags for none of my clothes
You never bought bags from none of my bros
All of my life I stuck to a code
All of the pain I let go
It can get lonely on roads

I can not break or fold
Learn all that shit when you grow
Patience is more precious than silver and gold
But working hard keep all that food on yo stove
Had to bundle up this world don got cold
Cold
Cold
She go
She roll
Her back bend
Move again
Baby counting
Benjamins
Pockets empty
Pockets envy
Got them hunnids
They be wit me
They got friends
They got twins
Count it up
Go again
Call my phone
Link again
Mmmmmm
Say something

Can't finish last
Marathon coast
They know my swagg it's all pro
Don't fuck up yo bag fuckin wit yo nose
You never bought tags for none of my clothes
You never bought bags from none of my bros
All of my life I stuck to a code
All of the pain I let go
It can get lonely on roads



Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Scott
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