40 Below - Timeless Truth

Thigh support from the 540I M Sport

It be a cold day in hell the day that I see court

Sign off with the sign of the Cross cuz there’s always a cost

For how you come across, so come correct when you approach the connect

Nevertheless, I expect my money ironed when I come to collect

We trendsetters, Cubans over cableknit sweaters

Diamond crown on my Jesus, dogs with no leashes

Swimmin' in women up in Dominican beaches

Drippin' in linen and then we switch’em like seasons

Competition trying to figure the reason but there is none

Treat income like dimsum

Only spending cuz we can’t bank

Silent investors that we can’t thank

For the shooters let it bang bang

Smokers with the stank dank

Tell haters it’s second nature to do the damn thang

My nomenclature you minor we major

Tired of hard labor we plottin' this caper

The expedition was led by Timeless Truth

The group traveled nearly 4000 miles in 7 months

And temperatures dropped as low as negative 57 degrees

I’m God sent to offset the nonsense

With bomb threats, its all wet like raw sex

Complex, the way we palm techs

Cuz we reppin' like a drop set

Cite your sources of course it’s gonna get cross checked

The squad vets, crimson Corvettes

Lo on the chest, code of respect

Keep the menu order the best

While you filing for an order protect

My brothers lighting up a quarter of sess

Smoking the bless, we stroll with finesse

Interwoven like a crest, the truth is greater

The time is less, it’s your time to rest

My tolerance is non-exist…

Tryna cop the presidential for the wrist

Getting paper for the sport of it

But this is for the kids

Like Rich Porter, we tryna go from poor-to-rich

Sophisticated, rocking Cartiers and cardigans

Simply slaughtered it for all of us

This my nautilus, make’em honor us

Yeah son, it sound marvelous!

Rock a Submariner like Jay Buhner

Straight outta Queens

So you know we gotta keep a suede Puma

You just a late bloomer, breath smelling like you ate tuna

«forfeit» something you should say sooner

Singing like a lame crooner

Get off the microphone ignite a poem, I might condone

That you should play tuba

See me sport the scuba, like Disk from the Darians

Fire flames burning out the torch that I’m carrying

Out here, shoot sideways like Shawn Marrion

Exotic Indonesian woman that I’m marrying