Election

[Intro]

Heatmakerz, Crack Music

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

Presi on, as we aproaching the next election

Trump turned our country upside down, it's just geception

If you not ready to hold your ground, then get protection

'Cause these niggas might be ready to perdge the next recession

I be getting [?] coke we just was cheffing

In the game where niggas start playing fouls, no reff to tech them

All these jewls that I drop, would consider an extra blessing

'Cause I be so far in the ocean, it's hard to get reception

Tryna find a hot spot, in the middle of [?] waters

My neck and wrist be so wet, it look like I'm playing in water

These niggas mention my name, like it's no repercussion

They be acting like they deaf, they ain't heard we be bussing

Not guns, my nigga, the watch [?]

Diamonds on my neck still swinging like [?]

Bitch, I'm a mobster, I like to eat pasta too

You need to check my file, I done dropped a drop or two

[?] black, just like my history [?]

Luggage with L.V.'s, I put that shit in the front

Gotti riding shotty, like that bitch had a pump

The FNN on my waist, that got a kick when it jump

Chump

[Chorus: Marc Scibilia]

Marathon, [?] make it out of here

[?] all your troubles disappear

But they don't, no, they don't

No, they don't

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

[?] that wrote down [?] when we in back of the Roles

If money wasn't so sweet, I'd be attacking my foes

They be looking at the drip, but I buy a rack full of clothes

I keep them lawyers on deck, in case we snatched by the pose, nigga

You probably couldn't understand these sanarios

I had dance fever for that white girl, like Danny [?]

All these haters [?] I saw it [?] kid

They be talking bar for bar, and I gave them stories to live

Beneath my Christion Dior, the 40 by [?], nigga

And don't worry, Santana, [?] his [?]

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]

The [?] back, that's a sure fact

They all cap, niggas'll hit your bald cap

For a short stack

Get a nigga knocked off, I still be on that

Take one of mine's, I'm taking four of your's back

We living in scary times, so we all strapped

'Cause life's priceless, and we can't aford that

The gunline, you cross that, and we gon' draw that

Flow still raw crack, they can't ignore that

Plus I  drip too hard, they can't absorb that

They raving and ranting, I can hear them chanting

Back to school [?] plus I'm still the flyest on campis

Still taking chances, got the work in transit

Just waiting on the phone call, to let me know when landing

Gotta take what you want, 'cause ain't nothing handed

Gotta watch niggas close, 'cause they underhanded

Take it all, but nothing for granted

Put money on that [?] head, tell my hittas make a sandwich

[Chorus: Marc Scibilia]

Marathon, [?] make it out of here

[?] all your troubles disappear

But they don't, no, they don't

No, they don't