Timeless (feat. SugeOfChicago)

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CityBoiGreg

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Run that shit the f*ck back
Yeah
Real CityBoiGreg, uh
Like old souls I put my shit on vinyl records, I'm timeless
I wear this shit like belts around my waist
I'ma don this apparel
I line niggas, full metal jacket
It ain't no niggas in my caliber
I broke that bracket
Causin' a racket when I stack it times three
They see my chemistry on beats, try to repeat that recipe
Cut me open and you niggas just might see the better me
I been that vet, you niggas pets
I been a threat to these streets
I been a threat to this game
A different level of my sanity
Seein' through these niggas, ain't no vanity mirror
It ain't no handing me shit
I grant these niggas that wish dot com
Niggas be cheap, I call em knock off shit
It ain't no pressure get ya rocks off
I weather the storm
A stepping stone I get 'em gone
And he be signing them forms to take his life away
Relax, it's time to elevate
And I got the right away
Be back with hittas in my seat back, uh
I'm rollin' thru Dat Raq with all my niggas
Countin' bands and all them figures
Hand-in-hand, we standing ten toes
And if they sendin' for my hands I go and give em
Ain't no plans, I'm bout to get 'em
Ain't no fans, we gotta light 'em up
I'm rollin' thru Dat Raq with all my niggas
Countin' bands and all them figures
Hand-in-hand, we standing ten toes
And I'm gon' run it back to back
This here the kicker
Ain't no flaggin' us we draggin' em
Like doctors, we gon' bag em up
Brick and the mortar
I'm laying it with no effort
I'm playing this shit like records
I'm breakin' it like I'm better
I'm making this shit a letter
Makin' that out to Billboard
I watch my step
With all this talent they'll kill for it
Like dragon breath I make it hotter than griddles
Five stars, they on my ass cause I done chopped through his middle
These niggas coppin' out for Bitcoin checks
And we The Fleet
We run the court, we doing big boy sets
You know we get mo' rec
Time is timeless
F*ck a hitman
I put these niggas on my rhyme list
And f*ck the grip
Man I'm finna kill 'em with all kinda shit
Spread em out like condiments
It's bread season, niggas got to baking in that studio
Juan Don Julio
Old school, Sean Jean
Adams in my pocket
Supersonic, ain't no who ya know
Rollin' thru that city in that 08 Honda Civic
Ain't no coolant in this system
But I'm hotter than the kitchen, nigga
I'm rollin' thru Dat Raq with all my niggas
Countin' bands and all them figures
Hand-in-hand, we standing ten toes
And if they sendin' for my hands I go and give em
Ain't no plans, I'm bout to get 'em
Ain't no fans, we gotta light 'em up
I'm rollin' thru Dat Raq with all my niggas
Countin' bands and all them figures
Hand-in-hand, we standing ten toes
And I'm gon' run it back to back
This here the kicker
Ain't no flaggin' us we draggin' em
Like doctors, we gon' bag em up
Feel like I'm back where I started
Got a break and broke a wrist
Honey dipping in that water
I'm Vince carter no bald spots, I'm clean cut
Got me fucked up
Had up tar up on my name at birth
You know exactly why I curse
I wrap em up, just send the hearse
You move too fast you end up burnt
I never really cared about a risk
Cause I ain't care to hurt
Never really did no shiesty shit because I know the wording
Karma is a funny acting hoe but still I know the verdict
Doing pimpin' shit
But I'm no pimp cause I can't stomach splurging
Never kept too many hoes
Cause I like loyalty not virgins
Hoes be tryna be up in your pocket
Why you buying purses
Breaking this lil bitch off
Then I'm bailing cause she talking thirsty
Put her in a blender
For her nigga I'm the Duncan Curry
Please don't hit my line in 2-3 years when you married and horny
I'll be hangin' with the Fleet in Charlotte getting fried
Sitting with the Hornets
Suge-O Shaq a general 'cause kings die for nothing
I'm rollin' thru Dat Raq with all my niggas
Countin' bands and all them figures
Hand-in-hand, we standing ten toes
And if they sendin' for my hands I go and give em
Ain't no plans, I'm bout to get 'em
Ain't no fans, we gotta light 'em up
I'm rollin' thru Dat Raq with all my niggas
Countin' bands and all them figures
Hand-in-hand, we standing ten toes
And I'm gon' run it back to back
This here the kicker
Ain't no flaggin' us we draggin' em
Like doctors, we gon' bag em up

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