 All the war, create more thankers, we way more dangerous Some sit and hate us when they need to thank us Emulate us but could never take us I got any of this shit up out my mind, house Somewhere along the lines I end up famous 808 rollin', pockets bulging, arms wide open To get me home, keep it in motion, love to my closest ones Who love me at my lowest, gangsta-ish, in my tank deck Runnin' it back, believe that this shit's a marathon But we ain't runnin' no track