Timeless Truth - 4 The Real 1s

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No time for fake ones
Just sippin' Brugal with my real ones
Banana clip by the hip 'bout to peel one
What the deal thun, tryna get this deal done
I ain’t got time to waste…
You corny rappers get smacked upside ya face
Defying space- calculate the proper time and place
To pop in your condo and get the combo to your safe
You see me laced… we never late
Ain’t got no time for your corny debates
On first dates shorties throw me fallac
Been on the grind son, now the struggle’s imagininative
Snatchin' ya bitch now she counting up stacks in the crib
Cuz when it comes to getting bread
You ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed
Most of my crew pump lead
That’s why we keep it in the black while you living in red
Nightmares of having to beg got me staying ahead
Cuz the money never been a factor
When you’re the benefactor
Beneficial cuz we been official end of chapter
I get praise from the pastor cuz he has to
The master… chef the recipe for disaster
Hook (2x)
Write with a chisel tip Pilot, so everything is sharp and fly
Gold metal plated chest like the Karl Kani’s
On the rise, made it through the hardest times
Looked me dead into my eyes but I saw the lies
Saw the signs, caught the vibes, had to draw the lines
Friends in disguise, or enemies on overtime?
Always listen when the OG speak, cuz it be deep
Concrete lessons from the street
You walk to the butchers doorstep if you sheep
Shellshocked blacked out couldn’t keep it discrete
Spittin' 16s, me and my man P!
Standin' on my feet looking at him laying in a box sleep
I saw him, I saw me… lost opportunities
It’s all G, learned a whole lot from Dru’s euology
Every breath past 20 was defeating the odds
War scars, but believe in ourselves like we was Gods
And never even seen a mirage, cuz we was hawks
And now we defeating the odds, cuz we in charge