4 The Real 1s - Timeless Truth

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