Lyrics 40 Below - Timeless Truth

40 Below

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